A Film Queen

Chapter 418

Who did he think he was to yell at her?!

Stephanie was curious about the relationship between Charlie and Milly. They seemed inseparable, their closeness unmistakable.

Could they be secret lovers?

Ha, she knew it. A slut like Milly would never stop seducing men. But her taste sure was questionable. How desperate for love was she to fall for someone as ordinary as Charlie?

On the other hand, Milly certainly was daring, juggling

George while flirting with other men in the entertainment industry. She played the game well, but how much longer could she keep playing?

Since that was the case, Stephanie decided there was no need to pretend anymore. “Milly, you wouldn’t want Mr. Tate to see you clinging to another man, would you? If I took a picture of you now and sent it to him, what do you think would happen…?”

She pulled out the small, broken phone and waved it, a mocking smile playing on her lips.

Milly felt terrible, her stomach churning. She didn’t want to leave George’s comforting embrace, but…

“How do you have a phone?”

They had handed in their phones before arriving on the island.

Stephanie smiled. “That’s not for you to worry about. But you wouldn’t want Mr. Tate or the whole world to see you looking like you can’t live without a man, right? Talk to me, and I won’t send the photo. How about that?”

Milly wasn’t stupid. “Why should I trust you?”

Stephanie shrugged. “You don’t have to. But then you’ll lose your chance to negotiate.”

her eyes, a

a blatant provocation,

worried about the photo, she just wanted to know what Stephanie was

to get close to Milly. She clearly had an agenda. Perhaps she joined

What was her goal?

Lloyds, with proud Hannah willingly introducing her to the public? There

Jordan had previously stated clearly that no matter what Stephanie did, it wouldn’t affect the Burnetts, Milly still felt uneasy. After

needed to

time, she had to accept

her movement and instinctively reached out

George could still see the murderous intent in

This woman…

was ultimately a

of her. Once they were

patted his hand and whispered, “It’s okay. I need to talk

still

won’t let her get away with it. She’s not foolish enough to drag me down

fell silent, pressing his lips together but saying nothing

just been in his arms was gone. Standing

insisted on facing things on her own. If that

smirked, his entire demeanor exuding a cold, unmistakable murderous intent as he

the Lloyds, he would find a way to make her life a

gaze, stepping back and nearly falling. When she regained her composure,

such an ordinary-looking man have such

that moment, the foreign captain of the yacht suddenly shouted through the intercom frantically, “Does anyone know how to steer a yacht? I need someone

a high price on short notice, so there was no time to find a

a normal day, the yacht wouldn’t need an extra