A Film Queen

Chapter 374

Stephanie observed the growing discord between Milly and Hannah with a sense of inward glee.

Her original scheme had been to use Hannah as an unwitting pawn against Milly, but fortune had smiled upon her, rendering such machinations unnecessary.

Hannah… Milly…

With the animosity between Milly and Hannah already set in motion, Stephanie stood to gain, no matter the outcome.

The air in the room grew thick with tension after the recent confrontation. Director Cameron, the director, found himself at a loss for words, unsure of how to mend the fractured atmosphere.

The oppressive silence was broken by the sound of footsteps nearing the entrance. A slight young woman entered, her suitcase trailing behind her, and bowed deeply. “Greetings, everyone. I am Dakota Jennings, an artist with Dreamweaver Entertainment. I hope we can all work well together.”

Director Cameron, seizing the chance to break the tension, swiftly stood and welcomed her with a warm smile. “Please, come in. We are all friends here; no need for such formality.”

Dakota offered a timid smile, her gaze then landing upon Hannah. Her eyes brightened with excitement. “Oh my goodness, is it truly Ms. Hannah? I am a huge fan! May I have your autograph?”

Her eyes shone with genuine admiration, the quintessential look of a devoted admirer.

This effusive adulation mollified Hannah’s earlier ire, her features softening. “Certainly. I’ll give you a signed photograph later.”

Hannah’s manner was imperious, as if bestowing favour upon a subject.

Dakota, however, seemed delighted, oblivious to any condescension. She hovered near Hannah, lavishing her with praise, while the others in the room were momentarily ignored.

rest paid little mind to this exchange, well-versed in such interactions within the entertainment

her brow,

be the very company Jordan had founded, or

this potential connection, a new sound echoed from the doorway,

thus far remained inconspicuous, suddenly leapt to her feet, her voice brimming with elation. “Matt! Is it truly you?

it

figure that materialised at the threshold was unmistakably Matthew. His appearance was uncharacteristically groomed, his

Stephanie, a broad smile spread across Matthew’s face. “Stephanie, when the producers

returning, I rescheduled my commitments

not spare Milly a glance, his attention solely on Stephanie, as if she were

basking in the attention, nodded with exaggerated enthusiasm, her

a thinly veiled message aimed at a particular audience. Its intended

from the director’s failure to inform her of the participant list.

frustration mounting. She resolved to complain

the reunion exuded warmth on one side, the other newcomer who accompanied Matthew exuded an icy detachment. He entered silently,

six feet three, with broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist. His loose, casual

imposing, frosty charisma, filling the

by a sense of familiarity in his imposing presence

for a closer look, the man lifted his head, meeting her gaze. His features were unfamiliar-it was a face she had never seen

world, he would be considered quite handsome, but in the realm of entertainment, teeming with extraordinary beauty, he seemed rather ordinary and

sense of disillusionment swept over Milly, as if her heart had briefly been burdened

castigated herself for entertaining such foolish notions. How absurd to imagine that George, entangled in

by the looming shadow of a figure. “Hello, is this seat

very same young man she had been ruminating over. His presence was imposing, his gaze unwavering and slightly disquieting. Flustered, she diverted her eyes