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!

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

medicine to the island. How could she have brought poison? Even if she tried to make it herself,

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

this way, Stephanie doesn’t seem so bad.

to help

out of proportion, but she hasn’t really done anything

cooking one meal makes everything okay? Her PR team didn’t even have

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

can’t

her, then I dislike her

arguing in the comments, but no one among

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

It was Matthew!

rushed inside and found the previously feverish and

and rummaging through his

mumbling, “My

to help him up. ‘Matthew,

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

was not offended by him. She stood up

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

this, everyone understood. Matthew’s manuscript was

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

wonder he was so

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