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 serious look crossing

was a blatant provocation, but

just

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

What was her goal?

the Lloyds, with proud Hannah willingly introducing her to

did, it wouldn’t affect the Burnetts, Milly still felt uneasy. After all, she hadn’t yet figured out what led

needed to

had to accept the

movement and instinctively reached out to stop

though Stephanie hid it well, George could still see the murderous intent in her

This woman…

her around was ultimately a

rid of her. Once they were back on the island, he would deal with her

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

still

get away

silent, pressing his lips together but

Milly who had just been in his arms was gone. Standing before him now was the strong, determined

protect her, but she insisted on facing

his entire demeanor exuding a cold,

matter her connections with the Lloyds, he would

intense pressure from his gaze, stepping back and nearly falling. When she regained her composure, her forehead was

an ordinary-looking man have such a powerful

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

was no time to find a

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