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!

they didn’t have to be worried since this was a live broadcast. If Stephanie dared to poison anyone on the show, she could be charged with attempted poisoning and end up in jail. She was too cautious to make such a

even brought cold medicine to the island. How could she have brought poison?

only pull some scheme behind the scenes. She wouldn’t dare to do anything openly; she didn’t

looking at it this way, Stephanie doesn’t seem so

volunteers to help can’t be

were blown out of proportion, but she hasn’t really done anything wrong. The viewers were too

one meal makes everything okay? Her

cleaned it? No one talks about the person who found the seafood and

can’t

don’t care. If my idol dislikes her, then I dislike her too. I just

but no one among them was aware of

their accommodation, followed by a panicked voice. “Cough, cough, my manuscripts! Where’s

It was Matthew!

and found the previously feverish and half-dead

and

“My manuscript?

him up. ‘Matthew, you’re still

on her, pushed her away as he kept rummaging through his suitcase. ‘No, I have to find my manuscripts. Cough,

stood up and asked anxiously, “Manuscript? What

it! Cough, cough… There’s a competition in a few days. I had it on me. How

this, everyone understood. Matthew’s manuscript was

a renowned designer with numerous awards. His designs were sold for high prices, so his manuscript must be

wonder he was so

join an international design competition with it. How could it be gone? I remember you