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!

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

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

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

way, Stephanie doesn’t seem so bad. She even volunteered to

who volunteers to help can’t be

biased against her and small matters were blown out of proportion, but she hasn’t really done anything wrong. The viewers were

makes everything okay? Her

Who cleaned it? No one talks

can’t be

then

people were arguing in the comments, but

was finishing their meal, there was a loud “bang” from their accommodation, followed by a panicked voice. “Cough, cough, my manuscripts! Where’s my manuscript? Cough,

It was Matthew!

feverish and half-dead

searching his pockets and rummaging

mumbling, “My manuscript? Where

him up. ‘Matthew, you’re still running

who usually doted on her, pushed her away as he kept rummaging through his suitcase. ‘No, I have to find my manuscripts. Cough, cough… I had it on me. How could

She stood up

I worked so hard for it! Cough, cough… There’s a

understood. Matthew’s manuscript was

was a renowned designer with numerous awards. His designs

wonder he

mouth in shock. “Your manuscript is missing? It’s really important! You’re going to join an international design competition with it. How could it be gone? I remember