A Film Queen

Chapter 87 A Slap in the Face Finished Seeing Michelle leave, Milly pressed her lips together, thought for a moment, and decided to follow her.

However, Joy stopped her, looking concerned. "Milly, you shouldn't go. I've heard Oliver has a bad temper. You might get hurt." Milly responded softly. "It's okay. I know what I'm doing. Besides, this issue needs to be resolved." She seemed remarkably composed for a student.

"But..."Joy hesitated, then seeing Milly's determined expression, relented. "Alright, I'll go with you.

As soon as they reached Oliver's lounge, a loud crash startled them. Following that, a furious shout cfrom inside, "Get out!" The door swung open, and Michelle emerged, eyes red and on the verge of tears. Her light-coloured dress was stained with a large coffee spill, making her look both dishevelled and pitiful.

Seeing this, Milly frowned, feeling displeased with Oliver.

Throwing a tantrum at a young girl was truly unbecoming, especially for a grown man. It was disgraceful! Michelle was deeply aggrieved by Oliver's outburst. She had been pampered all her life and had never faced such humiliation. Just as her tears were about to fall, she saw Milly standing at the door.

Gritting her teeth, she forced back her tears. She couldn't cry in front of the woman who had taken her role! "What are you doing here?!" she snapped, her voice filled with anger. She thought this cunning woman was there to mock her.

Milly ignored Michelle's anger and took a tissue from Joy, handing it to Michelle gently. "Here, wipe it off." Michelle did not appreciate the gesture and scoffed, turning her head away.

"I'm not crying!” she said, her voice tinged with defiance.

Milly responded calmly, "I know you're not crying. I meant you might want to wipe your dress. It looks like a limited edition and probably wasn't cheap.

Michelle then noticed the stain on her dress, and this time, she couldn't hold back her tears.

"My dress! I fought so hard to get this!" The dress was her favourite, chosen especially for today's opening ceremony.

She had hoped to make a stunning impression, but now it was ruined.

She no longer cared who handed her the tissue or whether they had a past conflict. She grabbed it and desperately tried to clean the coffee stain.

Milly glanced at the closed door, sensing the movements inside.

Chapter 87 A Slap in the Face rather leaning against the door, cavesdropping on their conversation.

Milly raised an eyebrow, moved Michelle aside, and then kicked the door hard.

Bang! "Ow!" Two sounds csimultaneously.

Milly's suspicion was confirmed, the guy was indeed cavesdropping behind the door.

Finished Joy and Michelle, still trying to clean her dress, were stunned, staring wide-eyed at the scene. Almost in unison, they exclaimed. "You..." Milly calmly brushed off her slightly wrinkled pants and turned elegantly. "You two wait outside. With that, she stepped inside and slammed the wobbly door shut.

The hallway fell completely silent.

Joy thought to herself, Milly is really something else! Michelle, on the other hand, thought, Impressive, but not gentle at all! Not ladylike one bit, hmph Inside the lounge, Oliver scrambled up from the floor, furious at the sight of Milly barging in.

"Who are you? Who told you to cin? Get out! How dare you kick my door? Are you looking for trouble?" He raised his fist, but the moment he met Milly's cold gaze, his anger inexplicably deflated, replaced by a strange sense of submission.

After a long pause, he awkwardly lowered his fist and muttered, "A gentleman doesn't fight with a lady." Milly stood there, arms crossed and face stern, not moving an inch.

Seeing the pink hair of this arrogant man, she suddenly remembered. Wasn't he the guy I saw a few months ago outside the school, who bought shaved ice without money and paid her back with an autograph? She had thought he was a scammer then.

No wonder the nOliver sounded familiar.

At this moment, Oliver squinted his eyes and sized up Milly. She was quite beautiful, with porcelain skin and an elegant allure. Her figure looked good too, but she was a new face he hadn't seen before.

"Who are you?" Milly didn't hesitate and directly replied, I'm the actress who's supposed to work with you." Oliver leisurely reclined back on the sofa. "Oh, that makes sense. I don't want to act with you." His antagonism was so blatant that Milly couldn't ignore it. "Why?" This was only their second meeting. Could it be because I hadn't bought him shaved ice that day at the school gate, and now he was holding a grudge? But clearly, that wasn't the case Oliver looked at her with unfamiliarity not recognising her at all 12:51 Sun, 23 Jun.

Chapter 87 A Slap in the Face Oliver lazily glanced at her. "Because I don't act with people who have no talent.” Milly was taken aback. No talent? Her? #Finished In her past life in the entertainment industry, she had faced plenty of baseless accusations having a sugar daddy, being a diva-but never a lack of talent.

Many directors even joked that she should be called "One-Take Burnett" because she rarely needed retakes. Now, hearing someone say she lacked talent was a ty for her.

"Have you ever seenact? How do you know I'm not talented?"

Oliver, lying on the sofa with his phone, didn't even bother to look at her. His fingers deftly opened a gas he coldly retorted, "Men's intuition." Milly was speechless.

Seeing his nonchalant demeanour, she hadn't expected him to be this difficult to talk to.

"If I can guarantee that I'll nail every scene in one take and won't hold you back, will you continue with the movie?"

Without lifting his head, Oliver continued staring at his phone, "kstill won't do it. When I say I won't act, I mean it. Even if the king himself asked, I wouldn't do it!" Milly ground her teeth, feeling an unprecedented urge to slap someone.

The this movie was based on was written with Oliver as the m inspiration, and the buzz online was massive. Replacing him now would definitely cause a negative backlash. 20