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!

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

island. How could she have brought poison?

could only pull some scheme behind the scenes. She wouldn’t dare to do anything

looking at it this way, Stephanie doesn’t

who volunteers to help

too biased against her and small matters were blown out of proportion,

okay? Her PR team didn’t

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

can’t

then I dislike her too. I just don’t like

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 my manuscript? Cough,

It was Matthew!

the previously feverish and

and

“My manuscript?

reacted first, hurrying over to help him up. ‘Matthew, you’re still running a fever.

I have to find my manuscripts. Cough, cough…

She stood up and asked anxiously, “Manuscript?

it! Cough,

understood. Matthew’s manuscript

His designs were sold for high

he

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