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.

mind to this exchange, well-versed in such

furrowed her brow, contemplating

the very company Jordan had founded,

echoed from the doorway, heralding the entrance

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

it be

threshold was unmistakably Matthew. His appearance was uncharacteristically

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

I heard you were returning, I rescheduled my commitments just to be here with you. Aren’t I the

spare Milly a glance, his attention solely on Stephanie, as if

the attention, nodded with exaggerated enthusiasm, her voice

tone was a thinly veiled message aimed at a particular

not from envy of their camaraderie, but from the director’s failure to inform her of the participant list. Had she known about

She resolved to complain to Bonnie later, ensuring Director

other newcomer who accompanied Matthew exuded an icy detachment. He entered silently,

three, with broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist.

an imposing, frosty charisma, filling the room with an

of familiarity in his imposing presence and

his head, meeting her gaze. His features

handsome, but in the realm of entertainment, teeming with extraordinary

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

absurd to imagine that George, entangled in myriad responsibilities, would deign to attend a trivial entertainment show. Her musings had indeed taken a

looming shadow of a figure. “Hello, is this seat occupied?” inquired a deep, resonant voice, tinged with an undercurrent

she had been ruminating over. His presence was imposing, his gaze unwavering