A Film Queen

Chapter 400

Soon, Stephanie served the seafood dishes on the table.

It looked pretty good.

After all, they were in the wilderness, she could only cook with the few seasonings William had brought. Creating a fancy meal was out of the question.

It was already good enough that they had something to eat.

Stephanie stood humbly beside the table and smiled. ‘This is my first time cooking. Please give me some feedback if there’s anything I didn’t do well, and I’ll make sure to improve next time.”

Dakota quickly praised her, “Stephanie, your cooking is great. It smells wonderful.”

Stephanie lowered her head while smiling. “Thank you, Dakota. Let’s eat before it gets cold and doesn’t taste as good.”

As Milly was about to reach for some food, William stopped her abruptly. “Wait!”

“Huh? What’s wrong?”

William, who usually had a laid-back behaviour, stared intently at Stephanie with suspicion. He let go of Milly only after seeing Stephanie take a bite. “Alright, you can eat now.”

Milly was at a loss for words.

So he was worried that Stephanie might poison us!

was a live broadcast. If Stephanie dared to poison anyone on the show, she could be charged with attempted poisoning and end up

Stephanie hadn’t even brought cold medicine to the island. How could she have brought poison? Even if she tried to make it

behind the scenes. She wouldn’t

Stephanie doesn’t seem so bad. She even

who volunteers to help can’t be that

against her and small matters were blown out of proportion, but she hasn’t really

meal makes everything okay? Her PR team

seafood? Who cleaned it? No one talks about

she can’t be

my idol dislikes her, then I dislike

were arguing in the comments, but no one among them was aware of

a loud “bang” from their accommodation, followed by a panicked voice.

It was Matthew!

rushed inside and found the previously feverish and half-dead Matthew now squatting on the

his pockets and rummaging

was anxiously mumbling, “My

hurrying over to help him up. ‘Matthew, you’re still running a

‘No, I have to find my manuscripts. Cough, cough… I had it on me. How could it be

was not offended by him. She stood up and asked anxiously, “Manuscript?

worried, kept running his fingers through his hair. ‘My manuscript! I worked so hard for it! Cough, cough… There’s a competition in

everyone understood. Matthew’s manuscript

His designs were sold for high prices,

wonder he was

in shock. “Your manuscript is missing? It’s really important! You’re going to join an international design competition with