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!

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

medicine to the island. How could she have brought poison? Even if she tried to make it herself, she wouldn’t know

behind the scenes. She wouldn’t dare to do anything

looking at it this way, Stephanie doesn’t seem so bad. She even volunteered to

to help

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

meal makes everything okay? Her PR team

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

can’t be

don’t care. If my idol dislikes her, then

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

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

It was Matthew!

the previously feverish and half-dead Matthew now squatting on

and

mumbling, “My manuscript?

him up. ‘Matthew, you’re still running a fever.

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

She stood up and asked anxiously, “Manuscript?

I worked so hard for it! Cough, cough… There’s a competition in a few days.

this, everyone understood.

was a renowned designer with numerous awards. His designs were sold for high prices,

he was

and covered her 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 you