A Film Queen

Chapter 379

‘Hey, Milly’s fan here. Welcome to the family. All we need is a bit of her to live.’

The comments flew around.

In the thrum of the live chat’s effusive discourse, the seven adventurers remained oblivious, their attention seemingly immune to the rising tide of adulation for Milly, unbeknownst to herself as the object of newfound fandom.

As they disembarked from the yacht, the crew’s departure was as swift and silent as the dusk settling over the desolate shores. Not a word of parting grace passed their lips.

Proud Hannah, bedecked in her finery and lofty heels, found her countenance shifting to a pallid hue as the stark reality of this untamed, uninhabited expanse struck her with the force of a bitter jest.

Had the live transmission not been underway, thus mandating the preservation of her public image, fury would surely have ignited the powder keg of her indignation long before.

Stephanie, accompanied by the stalwart presence of Matthew, wore a visage of ashen perplexity. “Is this all?” she inquired plaintively, casting a glance about the desolation. “Are we to be forsaken in this place, deemed unfit for human habitation?”

Dakota, less extravagantly garbed but still restrained by her clinging attire, bore the blemish of smeared makeup upon her fair complexion. “This… desolate place,” she murmured, her voice tinged with apprehension. “Surely the crew does not intend to leave us stranded here overnight, right?”

Three of the four young women stood aghast and wan, their disbelief painted upon pallid features. Milly alone maintained an air of composure, her gaze sweeping serenely across the surroundings.

Curious thoughts stirred within her.

Why did this island seem so strangely familiar?

their confusion, a sudden crackling from a nearby tree

The official recording of our venture commences forthwith, marking the onset of your

silence returned like

this the entirety

sum

pondered, her gaze lifted to the tallest tree, where the loudspeaker dangled. A spark of recognition illuminated her features. This

eluded her initially. Yet now, standing before that towering sentinel, clarity

to preserve that

it might have posed a daunting challenge, for Milly was no seasoned adept of the wilderness. Yet, this was her own private isle, and with the recent perusal of its detailed archives, her anxieties dissipated like the morning

her suitcase and, guided by her recollections of the isle’s terrain, declared, “Let us proceed. Firstly, we must secure a dwelling place, then we can attend to our

the woodland. She recollected that the forest was not vast; beyond lay a flat expanse ideal for making

Charlie, who had maintained silence until now, also shouldered his burden and

follow suit, Stephanie’s measured voice interjected from behind, “Milly, would it not be imprudent to act alone? We are all strangers to this place. You ought to confer

have dismissed Stephanie’s cautious counsel, but given the television show’s context, substance outweighed pride.

tide will surge. We cannot tarry here. Regardless of

yet Stephanie persisted in her stance, determined to paint Milly in a negative light. “Milly, this is no domicile. We are a team. Communication and cooperation are paramount. If

emotion and fervor, placing Milly on the

Words failed Milly.

composure? At this pivotal moment, should she uphold her integrity and

forward, her voice resonating with authority. “I concur with Milly. We are a team. We rise and fall together. This is not about individual renown or toying

stance echoed Milly’s, emphasising the