A Film Queen

Chapter 99 A Collision Stephanie was no fool. She knew better than to openly contradict George.

Finished So she lowered her gaze, quickly hiding the hatred in her eyes. When she looked up again, her eyes were clear. She stood there, holding her wine glass, looking pitiful and delicate.

"George, we haven't seen each other in so long. Won't you have a drink with me? If you don't, what am I supposed to tell Grandpa when he asks about you?" She was quite smart, using Philip as a shield.

George, who had just relaxed, furrowed his brows again. He despised being threatened the most.

Stephanie seemed unaware. She pouted and glanced at George's empty glass, saying, "Oh, your glass is still empty. Letpour you swine, "This wine is a 1982 Lafite, a special treasure of Mr. Hawkins. George, you should try it." Before she showed up for the dinner, Stephanie had deliberately changed into a loose cardigan. When she bent over, it perfectly revealed her waist and fair shoulders.

Stephanie adjusted her angle and lowered her eyes slightly. She noticed George's hand on the table, which had unknowingly clenched into a fist.

She couldn't help but smile. The look in her eyes flashed with a hint of excitement.

He was restraining himself, which means he desired her. She knew that, with her figure and looks, she was no less than Milly. The sight was enough to arouse any man.

Thinking of this, she could no longer hide her joy. Her red-painted fingernails slowly moved towards George's clenched fist on the table. Her voice was soft and tender as she said, "George, I... Ahhh!" Her soft, seductive words turned into a shrill scream..

Everyone in the room was startled by the sudden scene.

Stephanie, who had been standing beside George with a charming smile, was now clutching her hand and sitting on the floor. Her face was pale, with sweat dripping from her forehead. She clenched her lips tightly. and looked like she was in agonising pain.

Meanwhile, George was wiping his hand vigorously with a handkerchief, as if he had touched something dirty. His face displayed a look of disgust.

What just happened? When Alan saw the sudden change, he quickly stood up and asked, “Mr. Tate, what's going on?" George continued to wipe his hands until he was sure there was no trace of that disgusting smell left. Then he threw the handkerchief back on the table.

He directed his glare at Stephanic, who remained slumped on the floor, sobbing, George narrowed his eyes slightly.

Chapter 99 A Collision Finished With just one glance, Stephanie felt like death himself was squeezing her throat. She found it hard to breathe, and her fear was escalating. "George...

George stood up and smoothed the wrinkles on his sleeves. His inner frustration had reached its peak. If he stayed any longer, he might start killing people.

"Danny, we're leaving." Danny didn't dare to say a word. He quickly followed and said, "Yes, Mr. Tate." The room full of people didn't dare to make any noise.

Aren't the Tates and the Burnetts supposed to have a good relationship? Why doesn't it look like it? Alan, as clueless as he was, could tell that Stephanic had upset George. He hurried to mediate, "Mr. Tate, please calm down. Did Stephanie do something to upset you? She's still young: please don't take it personally." George knitted his brow and didn't bother to pay Alan any attention. He exuded a cold, bone-chilling aura, looking thoroughly impatient.

Humph! Young? Those filthy tricks and schemes are not something a young girl could cup with.

George's dark aura intimidated Alan. His legs trembled, and he didn't dare plead further. Instead, he turned to Danny for help and asked, "Mr. Jarvis, what's going on?" The individual in question was George; he was a truly influential figure. No matter how influential he was as a director in the entertainment industry, Alan wouldn't dare offend such a powerful figure.

Danny understood George's mood but couldn't be too straightforward. He paused before saying. “Mr. Hawkins, my boss has a bit of a cleanliness obsession and doesn't like close contact with people. Ms. Stephanie touched him just now, making him uncomfortable. He needs to go back to the hotel and get srest This was one reason, but not the main one, for his boss's sudden departure.

The real reason was that Milly hadn't shown up.

That was the actual reason.

He had a cleanliness obsession, and Stephanie touching him was just a trigger.

George glanced at the door three or four dozen times during the serving of the dishes. His stare almost burned through the door.

Ever since learning that Milly had finished her college entrance exams, George has been pondering various excuses to see her.

He finally learned she was acting in a show he had invested a lot of effort in. Therefore, he used the excuse of visiting the set to see her. He had dropped everything and rushed over from thousands of kilometres away.

After he waited for a long time, Milly still hadn't arrived. How could George sit still? Chapter 99 A Collision Finished At this moment. George radiated a chilling impatience. The perceptive walter quickly opened the door for him.

Click- As the door opened, a light pink figure suddenly stumbled in and collided directly with George's Imposing presence.

Today, Milly had fallen into the water and was soaked. After returning to the hotel, she drank shot tea and medicine, then took a hot bath. Probably too exhausted, she fell asleep in the bathtub. When she woke up, she saw the message from Alan. He informed her that the investor was hosting dinner tonight, and everyone must attend.

She didn't know who the investors were or if they were easy to deal with. If she offended them by being late or abe the consequences could be severe.

She had rushed all the way to the restaurant and found the private room with with great difficulty: Milly was about to open the door when someone from inside opened it first. Losing her balance, she stumbled in.

She landed in a firm embrace that smelled of refreshing cologne.

At that moment, she distinctly heard the sound of everyone in the room collectively gasping.

But then again, this person was unbelievably solid. Although he was just flesh and blood, crashing into him felt like hitting a brick wall, making her forehead ache.

"Ouch- Milly rubbed her sore forehead and quickly apologised, "Sorry, sorry, did I hurt you?"

The girl in front of him wore a light pink dress that made her already fair skin look fairer. She seemed to have NO run there, with sweat covering her forehead, making her look like a figure walking out of an oil painting. 20