A Film Queen

Chapter 392

William snorted coldly. “I’m guarding against you!”

Stephanie’s eyes welled up with tears as she stuttered, “How can you say that about us? Even if you don’t understand what I say, it’s okay, but dissing Hannah like that isn’t appropriate.”

With one comment, she dragged Hannah into the mess.

If he dared to respond, she was certain the online fans of Hannah would absolutely tear him apart!

With this thought, Stephanie’s eyes narrowed slightly with a hint of coldness. She had indeed tried to please the Tates before, but that was just to use them as a stepping stone. Now that she had the support of the Lloyds, the Tates held no value for her anymore.

William is always so arrogant, always opposing me. Today, I’ll show him what happens when he messes with me!

“You mother…” William wanted to retort, but a voice beside him cut in first.

“It’s okay. William and I get along well. He can say whatever he wants. It’s just a joke between friends, no need to take it seriously!”

The speaker was none other than Hannah!

Stephanie stood there, stunned. Her smile froze, and her face turned pale and then flushed. At that moment, she felt like a fool.

What’s going on here?

She’s into George, isn’t she? She should hate Milly just like me. Now that William is with Milly, she should be on my side too. Why is she suddenly speaking up for William?

Besides, we’re both from the Lloyd family. Hannah should be supporting me.

“Hannah…” Stephanie called out in disbelief.

Milly with a gentle smile. “Milly, don’t worry. I’ll take care of

on quite

Milly remained silent.

at that

lying around, she’d honestly grab some snacks, pull up a chair, and enjoy watching

fuming, ready to tear

They’re all

face was twisted with anger, giving

it this time, but next time, luck might not

along. She quickly patched it up with her fingers, making it just

the shore, ready to cast the net, a large hand stopped

Charlie standing behind

from her hand and casually pulled

was much flatter compared to where Milly had rescued the baby

front of her

handle that dirty fishing net with his

swiftly tossed the fishing net into the

tasks, he finally turned around. His face was now dark and brooding, almost dripping with

someone with such severe germophobia to endure handling something they deem dirty must have taken a considerable mental struggle. He might even be feeling the urge to lash out

hurriedly fetched some freshwater she had with her and rinsed

of water, Charlie’s furrowed brow hadn’t eased. His hands had turned visibly red from rubbing. Continuing like this, he might rub

rubbing his hands, and couldn’t help asking, “Still

uncomfortable?”

“Yeah.”

his discomfort had become a psychological

that was clearly a bit distant from herself, shifted her

Feeling a bit