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

her

this be the very company Jordan had founded, or merely

echoed from the doorway, heralding the

the identity of the new arrivals, Stephanie, who had thus far remained inconspicuous, suddenly leapt to her feet, her

Could it

His appearance was uncharacteristically groomed, his hair no longer the

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

the moment I heard you were returning, I rescheduled my

if she

enthusiasm,

was a thinly veiled message aimed at

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 shield herself

frustration mounting. She resolved to complain

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

broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist. His loose, casual attire somehow accentuated his model-like aura.

imposing, frosty charisma, filling the room with an

by a sense of familiarity in his imposing

rise for a closer look, the man lifted his head, meeting her gaze. His features were unfamiliar-it

would be considered quite handsome, but in the realm

of disillusionment swept over Milly, as if her heart had briefly been burdened with a leaden

head, she castigated herself for entertaining such foolish notions. How absurd to imagine that George, entangled in myriad responsibilities, would deign to attend a trivial entertainment show.

figure. “Hello, is this seat occupied?” inquired a deep, resonant voice,

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