A Film Queen

Chapter 103 Possessiveness.

When George's attitude softened, Alan relaxed quite a bit during the second half of the dinner. He even enthusiastically produced a bottle of imported liquor, starting to praise himself.

"Mr. Tate, your visit today truly brings honour to our production team! This bottle was a gift from an actor in the past, and I've been saving it for a special occasion. Tonight, we'll open it to welcyou.

"I hope Mr. Tate will keepin mind for future projects. I have many good scripts waiting to be filmed." Without sponsorship and investment, even the best scripts were just a pile of wasted paper.

Alan seized the opportunity to curry favour with George, hoping this might secure investment for the next project.

Just as he was about to pour the liquor for George, he remembered George's infamous cleanliness obsession and awkwardly stopped.

"Milly, why don't you fill Mr. Tate's glass?" He didn't want to risk angering George again after finally calming him down.

Since Milly had served George food earlier and he had eaten it without expression, pouring a drink should be fine too.

Milly's eyes lit up. She eagerly took the bottle with both hands and agreed, "Alright, Mr. Hawkins." She had been eyeing this bottle all evening, practically salivating over it. She thought she wouldn't get to taste it tonight, so this sudden opportunity thrilled her.

In her past life, she was a lover of fine wines, often spending entire days enjoying good drinks alone in her FOOT She had been eyeing this bottle all night, drawn by its colour and aroma, and especially since she had never tasted this particular one, she was even more tempted.

Now, given the chance, she was overjoyed.

George watched her fill his glass without expression, but when she moved to pour another glass for herself, his brows furrowed instantly.

He reached out and grabbed the bottle mid-air. His voice was cold and disapproving as he said, "You don't need to drink." Milly was speechless.

D*mn! I'm so close to pouring it into my own glass! Alan quickly intervened and advised, "That's right, Milly, you're still young. You don't need to drink." Milly sniffed the aroma of the wine, swallowing hard, and shot a fierce glare at the man blocking her. Seething as she grinded her teeth.

Then she forced a painfully fake smile, sincerely addressing Alan, and said, "Mr. Hawkins, Mr. Tate's visit is Chapter 103 Possessiveness my gratitude." George raised an eyebrow. To express her gratitude? She looked like a little hedgehog, baring her teeth and looking ready to attack-hardly the image of gratitude. Before Alan could react, Milly had already poured herself a glass.

She licked her dry lips and held the full glass of wine in front of George. She smiled brightly and said, "Mr. Tate, this toast is for you. I appreciate you visiting the set." Haha! George chuckled softly.

Despite her claim to toast him, the little hedgehog's eyes remained fixed on the wine glass, almost bursting with longing.

What a little ingrate! George sat motionlessly. Milly puffed up in frustration and glared at him, signalling with her eyes for him. to quickly take the wine glass. Her intense gaze suggested that she would kill him immediately if he failed. to take the wine glass, Haha! Such a cute little hedgehog.

A hint of affection flashed in George's eyes. Reluctantly, he picked up the wine glass and clinked it with. hers. His voice was low and magnetic as he said, “Alright, just take a sip; you don't need to drink more." Before he could finish, Milly had already tilted her head back and downed the whole glass.

The spicy liquid slid down her throat, and the rich aroma spread through her mouth, bringing a rush of joy.

It had been so long since she had tasted such fine wine. Milly couldn't find another word to describe it besides pleasure.

As she reached for the bottle to pour another glass, a hand snatched it away from her.

Milly's eyes widened as she looked at the culprit. She puffed her cheeks in annoyance.

But the culprit showed no mercy, placing the bottle far out of her reach.

Milly pouted, "I can handle my liquor. I don't get drunk." George calmly grunted and placed a cup of tea in front of her. His voice was gentle as he prompted, "Have stea Milly gritted her teeth, still resentful that he had taken herwine. When she turned her head away and opened her mouth, the sweet scent of alcohol wafted out. She grumbled softly. "You stingy jerk." Those words were soft and tender, and she spoke them with a coquettish tone. George felt a tingling sensation in his heart.

Chapter 103 Possessiveness

After drinking, Milly beceven more docile, sitting there with wide eyes, all traces of aggression gone. She looked like a beautiful doll. George's possessiveness flared uncontrollably. His eyes fixed on Milly, and he said nothing.

He wanted to hide her away.

For his eyes only.

Leaving the hotel, everyone was surprisingly sober.

Under the cold aura emanating from George, no one dared to eat much, let alone drink.

However, following behind the group, Oliver let out a loud belch, "Burp." He hadn't stopped eating all night.

All the crews had to get into the cars and be ready to leave. Oliver trailed behind Milly and offered worriedly. "Ms. Milly, how about I take you back to the hotel?"

Milly rubbed her suddenly aching temples. She inhaled the cold air deeply to clear her head and forcibly recovered sof her rationality. She said, I'm fine. Joy will pickup shortly." It was strange. In her past life, she could drink all night without getting drunk. Why did she feel so unwell after just one glass here? She felt fine indoors, but as soon as she stepped outside into the cold air, dizziness and nausea hit her, making her head feel fuzzy.

The next moment, she felt the world spin and collapse.

Standing beside her, Oliver was utterly shocked. He exclaimed, "Oh no! Master! Ms. Milly! Don't scare me; I'm not brave!" As he fumbled to help her up, a large hand easily scooped her off the ground.