A Film Queen

Chapter 385

In a stroke of fortune such as this, Milly could not possibly miss it. Swiftly, she plucked the goose barnacles from the mother shark’s side as well.

In the end, whether it was the barnacles on the great white shark’s body or its belly, she cleaned them all thoroughly. The great white shark’s mood visibly brightened.

With tender caress, Milly murmured, “There, free of barnacles now. I believer you’re more comfortable now. I’ll take these barnacles back to make great food. Win win for us.”

Buzz, buzz, buzz… replied the great white shark, flicking its tail to respond to her.

Meanwhile, the little white shark, ever dutiful in observation, cocked its head

incredulously at Milly’s intention to eat the barnacles. It seemed to pity her for eating such trash.

Yeah, we are different species in the end, after all. They wouldn’t understand why we love these

Milly had just poised to offer parting words to the little white shark when it, without a backward glance, darted into the depths, eager to return home.

Silence seized Milly

Are you in such a hurry to go home?

Regrettably, she returned to the shore, attending to the clutch of goose barnacles recently gathered. A substantial haul it was, perhaps exceeding ten kilograms, ensnared within the tattered fishing net-a feast sufficient for three days, without doubt.

Waving farewell to the great white shark, steadfast in its vigil from afar, she voiced, “Bye now. You should get back to your child.”

As she readied herself to turn away, a distant sight caught her eye…

No wait, there are two of them.

as its slender form. The fish, still lively and thrashing, posed a challenge to the little shark’s efforts, its minuscule teeth

“Could it be…”

little white shark presented the fish, worn from its struggle, urging

Milly pointed to her own nose. “For

buzz, buzz… buzzed the little white shark, its tail fluttering

low, Milly lifted the fish. Initially obscured from afar, she

seafood in the

the oceans. Even their gifts

then stooped to bestow a tender pat upon the small white shark’s head. “My thanks to you, little

buzz, buzz… The diminutive shark, in its animated joy, bobbed its head vigorously, brushing her palm before reluctantly trailing after its elder companion, gracefully gliding into the

their industry evident in the nascent

sight of her.

not escape their notice, furrowing their brows in concern. “What happened? Boss, why are you soaked through? Did you fall into the sea? Are

bamboo, hastened

offering a reassuring smile to both. “It’s alright. I just

by the way, can you guys handle these for

clothes. You don’t

for her to change attire unhindered, a refuge

abode, garments in hand, his gaze fixed

breakfast. If I find you peeping, my

assurance, as if he himself

kept

net Milly had recently procured. In the next

William emitted a sharp gasp. “Good heavens, this

did not merely reside within them alone but echoed through the viewers

seeing things? Are

find goose barnacles clinging to beach boulders, but that bluefin tuna couldn’t have crawled up the