A Film Queen

Chapter 382

On the opposing front, the scene was far removed from warmth and comfort.

Stephanie, Hannah, and their companions stood steadfast by the blustery sea, deliberating ceaselessly for hours without resolution. Eventually, Hannah, succumbing to the chill, proposed seeking refuge amidst the woodland, where they endured the entire night.

None of their possessions were practical for survival, making their predicament nothing short of a disaster.

The trio of young women, ensnared by pursuits of fashion, had laden their luggage solely with garments and cosmetics. Matthew, though well-intentioned, possessed but a single suitcase and lacked the acumen of wilderness survival, neglecting many essentials.

Cuddled together in misery, they failed even to conjure a match, subsisting on meagre crusts of dry bread under the biting gusts.

Stephanie nestled into Matthew’s embrace, seizing the moment to subtly impugn Milly

once more.

“I’m genuinely concerned about Milly and William. This place is utterly unfamiliar-anything could happen. Do you think they have enough to eat? If they were here, we could at least share our bread with them.”

Upon concluding, Stephanie promptly feigned tears, her visage an artful blend of compassion and concern.

Observing her thus, Matthew’s compassion swelled. He consoled her with a gentle stroke of her head, reminiscent of an elder brother comforting his younger sibling. “Steph, your kindness knows no bounds. Don’t blame yourself. You warned her just now, but she’s too stubborn to heed your counsel. It’s not your fault. Don’t be disheartened.”

Stephanie’s countenance remained solemn, yet her upturned lips betrayed her true emotions. She prided herself on her peerless histrionic skills, having deftly wielded such stratagems on numerous occasions.

Surely, the audience would view her as benevolent and sincere, while painting Milly as self-centred and divisive. They would surely censure her!

goals achieved with

reality often diverges from aspirations. As night descended, the waning audience of the livestream, stirred by Stephanie’s words, erupted into a

just… Man, she’s trying to make herself

pities her? No, no, no. You’re the most pitiable of

don’t need your pity. They had a hot meal and are now

Now you’re freezing, but you call them selfish?

tools, and they have four crates. The other team filled two with

so much like a

off. She’s been trying to trip Milly up

Hannah. She’s suffering with Stephanie. She’s so kind. If she’d

crew of directors beheld the cascade of comments with smiles so broad their eyes nearly vanished within

spectacle they had hoped for! Conflict

The following morn.

find Charlie already risen, his countenance oddly shaded with

hates it when people wake him before it’s

moved to rise and soothe him, yet her attention was drawn to William sprawled upon the other bed, serenely ensconced amidst a great heap of verdant blades. Along the fringe of this mound, scarce space for one was discernible, hinting starkly that Charlie had endured the night

cause of his sullen

we’ll set up shelter today and make some beds. You’ll

more sleep.

upon her awakening, softly intoning, “Hmm,” his mien softening gently. “No

behind, “Ah, good morning,

rubbing his eyes and staggering towards them. Ere he neared, a stern

“Wash your hands!”

“Yes…”