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

to the island. How could she have brought poison? Even if she tried

only pull some scheme behind the scenes. She

Stephanie doesn’t seem

a girl 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

everything okay? Her PR team didn’t even

Who cleaned it? No one talks about the person who found the

can’t be

care. If my idol dislikes her, then I

arguing in the comments, but no

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

It was Matthew!

found the previously feverish

searching his pockets and rummaging

“My manuscript?

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

rummaging through his suitcase. ‘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

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

this, everyone understood. Matthew’s manuscript

numerous awards. His designs were sold for high prices, so

wonder he

gasped and covered her mouth in shock. “Your manuscript is missing? It’s really important! You’re going to join an international