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.

don’t worry. I’ll take care of William

quite the

Milly remained silent.

at

she’d honestly grab some snacks, pull up a chair, and enjoy watching them tear

ready to tear her hair

all so

fair face was twisted with anger, giving her a fierce

it this time, but next time, luck might not be on her

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

cast the net, a large

Charlie standing behind her. Curiously, she

casually pulled her away from the shore, speaking firmly,

dangerous. The terrain was much flatter compared to where Milly had rescued

looking at the tall figure in front of her with curiosity. “Aren’t

handle that

his brow and swiftly tossed the fishing net into the sea, carefully tying one end of the rope to a nearby

turned around. His face was now dark and

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 violently at the

finished, Milly hurriedly fetched some freshwater she had with her and rinsed

His hands had turned visibly red from rubbing. Continuing

watching him still vigorously rubbing his hands, and couldn’t help asking, “Still

uncomfortable?”

“Yeah.”

evident that his discomfort had become a

herself, shifted her body to block it, then gently covered his hand with her fingers and gave it a

Feeling a