A Film Queen

Chapter 375

“A wild suitcase? Remarkable, even the sewers have taken to spawning luggage now?”

Before long, a voice both loud and theatrical echoed from beyond the threshold, prompting Milly to raise an eyebrow in curiosity. The timbre of that voice struck a familiar chord within her memory.

Presently, a figure materialised in the doorway, bearing a neatly cropped head of hair, eyes sparkling with mischievous delight, and a countenance brimming with youthful exuberance. It could only be William, whose absence had been keenly felt.

Could this indeed be the final participant Director Cameron had mentioned?

Director Cameron, visibly pleased, rose to his feet and moved forward to greet him. “William, at last, you have arrived! Come in, we’ve all been waiting for you.”

The moment William crossed the threshold, Dakota’s eyes shone with enthusiasm, and she sprang to her feet. “Oh! You’re William? FX’s William?! I’ve watched your matches, you’re phenomenal!”

William raised an eyebrow, lifting his chin with a roguish air. “Please, address me by my full title.”

Dakota, clearly thrilled by his attention, responded with palpable excitement. “Alright, William Tate.”

William, however, shook his finger at her. “From now on, refer to me as the Greatest Striker of the Universe’s Most Elite E-Sports Team, FX, and the Supreme Overlord of both Beauty and Skill, Lord William!”

He delivered this grandiose title in a single breath, leaving the room in a state of collective bemusement.

punctuated by expressions of disbelief.

dramatic proclamation was both

programme was broadcast live? If he persisted in such antics during filming, he

this juncture, Hannah, who had been sitting aloofly, performed an unexpected gesture. Rising from her seat, she greeted the newcomer, “William, it’s

unexpected familiarity. Even Director Cameron, standing nearby, appeared taken aback and inquired, “Ms. Hannah, you

into the realm of e- sports following a dispute with George, keeping his identity as a member of

public scrutiny, so while the existence of the Tates’ younger son was known, his identity and appearance remained shrouded in

grace of the Tates’ esteemed lady and a prominent artist of the Tate Group, naturally knew of William. Her smile softened, eyes crinkling in a display of demure charm that starkly contrasted her earlier haughty demeanour. “Yes, you could say I watched William grow up, so we are quite familiar

group collectively nodded in

instantly discerning the underlying tension. She let out a cold laugh. No wonder Hannah harboured such animosity towards her despite their lack of acquaintance. They were

a matriarch, attempted to continue the conversation, maintaining a facade of dignity. But to her dismay, William scoffed dismissively, “Who are you?

their expressions turning into a collective

into an awkward silence. Hannah, not expecting such

poised smile faltering. “You… I’m Hannah. You’ve

in thought before responding earnestly, “Hannah? What a bizarre name. Do you have a sister named

at the sight of Hannah’s darkening expression. She knew trying to connect with William, a young man full

understand

laugh was soft, it echoed in the quiet room, drawing several eyes, including William’s. His sharp glare, initially one of irritation, softened into sheer delight upon seeing her. In an instant, his demeanour transformed. Like an overjoyed puppy, he leapt towards Milly,

can’t believe we’re meeting here! Boss, I’ve missed you so much, I’ve cried rivers every day.

expressionless.

the fervour of a hound reuniting with its