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

a blatant provocation, but she had

just wanted to know what

she schemed to get close to

What was her goal?

proud Hannah willingly introducing her to

still felt uneasy. After all, she

needed to solve this

she had

reached out to stop her. “Don’t

it well, George could still

This woman…

was ultimately

her. Once they were

his hand and whispered,

still

resolute. ‘Don’t worry. If she tries anything, I won’t let her get away with it. She’s not foolish enough to

lips together but saying nothing

in his arms was gone. Standing before him now was the strong, determined

she insisted on facing things on her own.

demeanor exuding a cold, unmistakable

matter her connections with the Lloyds, he would find a way to make her

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

such an ordinary-looking man have such a powerful

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

short notice, so there was no time to find a co- captain. Given the severe weather, even if there had been time,

the yacht