A Film Queen of Two Worlds novel Chapter 277

Chapter 277 Dislike My Touch 

The car door shut with a resounding bang. 

George peered through the window, watching the receding figure, and a smile slowly unfurled upon his face. When Danny entered the vehicle and lowered the soundproof partition, prepared to report, he was astonished by Mr. Tate’s unanticipated grin. “Sir… Mr. Tate, are you alright?” 

Can unrequited love render one mad and irrational? 

In that moment, Mr. Tate displayed an unusual lightness. Danny, who had stood by Mr. Tate for many years, had never witnessed such a warm smile. It was as if he had transformed entirely. 

With trembling fingers, Danny reached for the contact number of the nearest mental hospital. “Mr. Tate, rest assured, no matter what transpires, I, Danny, will always stand by your side. My loyalty to the company is unwavering!” 

“Silence!” 

Before Danny could complete his vow, a cold, lethal voice sliced through the air. Mr. Tate’s gaze turned icy as he fixed his stare on the quaking Danny, as though he beheld a lifeless form. 

Danny shivered under the intense scrutiny. A blend of relief and dread washed over him. He felt relieved that Mr. Tate hadn’t lost his senses, yet he feared for his own safety. 

Oblivious to his peculiar behaviour, Mr. Tate answered the ringing phone. “Hello, what is it?” 

Scarface’s urgent voice echoed through, “Master, something is amiss. The Ghost Sect organisation has dispatched numerous operatives to Halturia around the same time as you. They seem prepared for action in Halturia, so please be cautious.” 

“How many of them are there?” 

“Our intel suggests over a hundred from two branch sects. Their target is clear – you. Should we deploy teams from Shadow Palace for your protection?” 

A flicker of disdain crossed George’s eyes. They truly have no regard for their own lives. 

“No need. They won’t pose a significant threat in Halturia.” 

The next day dawned bright and clear. 

Arriving at the designated training ground in her military attire, Milly was taken aback to spot an unexpected presence. Stephanie, with her cascading locks, stood in earnest conversation with Instructor Xavier, appearing entirely at ease, 

Milly’s brow creased with puzzlement. What was Stephanie doing here? Wasn’t she a student at Adonio University? How had she ended up at Crestfallen University? 

The surrounding students began to murmur: 

“Is that the instructor’s girlfriend? She’s quite stunning.” 

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“No, I heard her call him brother; she must be his sister.” 

“To have a brother of lieutenant rank, it sounds almost too good to be true.” 

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“I heard our instructor is Xavier Burnett, and our classmate Anthony is the sixth brother. This girl is their only sister and a bona fide heiress” 

“Really? Can this be verified?” 

“It’s all over the internet. Just look it up.” 

“Why bother? Isn’t Milly an old–classmate of Anthony’s? Let’s ask her directly!” 

Milly felt caught off guard by the sudden attention. 

It was too late for her to run away from the questions, 

Amidst a throng of curious classmates, all eyes turned towards Milly. “Milly, aren’t you in the same class as Anthony? Is our instructor really related to him?” one ventured, voice tinged with intrigue. 

Milly affirmed with a nod. There was little use in concealing the truth, readily accessible through the annals of cyberspace. 

The confirmation sparked heightened interest among her peers. “So, is that girl also an heiress?” 

Milly hesitated momentarily, pondering her response. 

If she said Stephanie was related to the instructor, how should she cover up if the truth came out one day. If she said they weren’t related, it would clash with public records, since the latter said that Stephanie was their only sister. 

The conundrum seemed unsolvable from every angle. 

Just then, Stephanie interjected with an unexpected greeting. “Well, well, what a surprise to see you here. Milly!” 

Her tone carried genuine surprise, momentarily easing Milly’s apprehensions. Whatever Stephanie’s motives, this intervention proved beneficial. 

Upon reflection, Milly considered that Stephanie might have overheard their conversation and intervened to avert any disclosures. Protecting the identity of her being an heiress was Stephanie’s paramount 

concern. 

If Stephanie directed her acting prowess judiciously, she could rival thespians of the highest acclaim. 

Milly smiled wryly, meeting Stephanie’s gaze with a flicker of amusement in her eyes. “Ms. Burnett, it’s been quite some time.” 

Stephanie sensed the underlying sarcasm, her fists clenching involuntarily as nails pressed into her flesh, a painful reminder grounding her and averting a lapse in composure. 

Don’t get cocky, Milly. I’ve held up this act as a heiress for more than a decade. I can do it for life. So what if you’re their true sister? You’ve disappeared once, and that can happen again.