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.

this exchange, well-versed in such interactions within the

furrowed her brow, contemplating

Could this be the very company Jordan had founded, or merely a

connection, a new sound echoed from the doorway,

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

it be

at the threshold was unmistakably Matthew. His appearance was uncharacteristically groomed, his hair no

across

I was reluctant. But the moment I heard you were returning, I rescheduled my commitments just to be here

not spare Milly a glance, his attention solely on Stephanie, as if she were his beloved sister. His complete disregard

the attention, nodded with exaggerated enthusiasm, her voice intentionally

thinly veiled message aimed

not from envy of their camaraderie, but from the director’s failure to inform her of the participant list. Had she known about these two, she would have come prepared with a blindfold to

frustration mounting. She resolved to complain to

on one side, the other newcomer who accompanied Matthew exuded an icy detachment. He entered silently, dragging his suitcase,

was tall, standing at about six feet three, with broad shoulders tapering to a

radiated an imposing, frosty charisma, filling the room with an inexplicable

paused, struck by a sense of familiarity in his imposing presence and

for a closer look, the man lifted his head, meeting her gaze. His

in the realm of entertainment, teeming with extraordinary

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

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

“Hello, is this seat occupied?”

to find the very same young man she had been ruminating over. His presence was imposing, his