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!

the show, she could be charged with

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

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

way, Stephanie doesn’t seem so bad.

a girl who volunteers to

people have been too biased against her and small matters were blown out of proportion, but she hasn’t really done

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

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

can’t

then I

arguing in the comments, but no one among them

a loud “bang” from their accommodation, followed by a

It was Matthew!

found the previously feverish

his pockets and rummaging through

mumbling, “My

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

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

not offended by him. She stood up and asked

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

numerous awards. His designs were sold

he

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