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.

“Could it be…”

white shark presented the fish, worn from

her own nose. “For

the little white

Milly lifted the fish. Initially obscured from afar, she now beheld-a metre-long bluefin

seafood in

wonder they’re rulers of the

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

brushing her palm before reluctantly trailing after

the nascent structure of a dwelling outlined with bamboo

of her. “Boss, you’ve

furrowing their brows in concern. “What happened? Boss, why are you soaked

with the bamboo, hastened to her side,

net upon the ground, offering a reassuring smile to both.

handle these for me.

clothes. You don’t want to catch a

shelter, it offered sanctuary for her to change attire unhindered, a refuge where

as Milly entered the abode, garments in hand, his gaze fixed upon

me with breakfast. If I find you peeping,

with an air of unwavering assurance, as if he himself were the formidable

kept his

to avoid contention, he crouched down, unfurling the worn fishing net Milly had recently procured. In the next moment, even his typically indifferent countenance widened in

him, William emitted a sharp gasp.

merely reside within them alone but echoed

I seeing things?

clinging to beach boulders,