I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 101: You Are Destined to Be Mine

After hearing this, Quiana Sutton felt as tense as a bowstring, confusion clouding her brows and eyes, mingled with a trace of ice-cold aloofness.

No one could blame her for overthinking.

Durrell Landon had only called Charles Foote to let him know he was safe, but completely ignored her.

Whether this negligence was deliberate or unintentional, she had no way of knowing.

If it was unintentional, it only meant that, in Durrell Landon’s heart, her status was not even comparable to Charles Foote’s; if it was intentional, it was proof enough that he was truly taken away by his so-called fiancée and inconvenienced to call her.

When he returned, she hoped he would give her a reasonable explanation.

After hanging up the phone, Quiana Sutton stood in place for a long time without moving.

Unconsciously, a trace of sorrow appeared in her eyes.

This sorrow was faint and light, so much so that even she herself did not notice it.

...

At this moment.

In Serene Ink Garden.

Nathan Firth rarely was not painting in his room, but stood quietly at the window, letting the moonlight sweep over his face, making the already cold light appear even more chilling tonight.

Northmount and the Four Guardians knelt quietly to the side, not even daring to breathe heavily.

After a long while, Nathan Firth finally turned around, his face still inscrutable: "That’s enough, Durrell Landon is just lucky to be alive, it has nothing to do with you. Get up, there’s no need for these dramatic acts of penitence anymore."

Northmount and the Four Guardians exchanged glances, trembling as they crawled up from the floor, and cautiously asked, "Master, so what is our next plan?"

"Complete the acquisition of Universal Corporation before Durrell Landon returns."

"Understood, sir."

*

*

Ten days later.

Durrell Landon returned to the Capital City, and someone photographed him and Vinny Linnel appearing together at Ardane International Airport.

During these ten days, rumors swirled: both the eldest and second young masters of the Landon Family had disappeared abroad. Even though Charles Foote personally assured the media that Durrell Landon was safe, the rumors couldn’t be stopped, causing Universal Corporation’s stock price to drop significantly—so much so that many shareholders rushed to dump their shares.

Now that Durrell Landon had reappeared in the spotlight, the rumors were immediately quashed, but people grew even more curious about Vinny Linnel’s identity, mostly regarding her as Durrell’s girlfriend.

Vinny Linnel’s temperament was strikingly similar to Evelyn Windsor’s, or perhaps she was an upgraded version of Evelyn; in most people’s eyes, Durrell Landon always favored Evelyn Windsor’s type.

Quiana Sutton probably never imagined she’d one day have to watch the trending searches to keep track of her husband’s whereabouts.

She had a vague feeling that Durrell Landon was deliberately distancing himself from her.

Durrell Landon sent Vinny Linnel to a hotel owned by Universal Corporation, and Vinny showed a hint of displeasure.

"You stayed at my manor, and now I can’t stay at yours? You want me to stay in some hotel?"

Durrell Landon looked at her indifferently, the curve of his lips radiant under sunlight, yet it sent an involuntary chill through people: "Imperial View Manor will soon no longer belong to me. What right do I have to let you stay in someone else’s place?"

Upon hearing this, Vinny Linnel frowned slightly but didn’t say much more; she simply fell silent for a while, then asked softly, "Are you really going to divorce Quiana Sutton?"

Durrell Landon’s expression remained unchanged: "Yes."

Getting his confirmation, Vinny Linnel curved her lips into an incomparably gentle smile, her voice pleasant to the ear, but her words, when they came, were as venomous as a snake: "Durrell Landon, I’ve told you before, you can only belong to me. No one else can have you."

...

Between Clouds and Waters.

Knight Tamworth vaguely felt that something was different about Durrell Landon after his return. In the past, his features usually bore indifference or nonchalance, but now, his eyes were steeped in a faint melancholy—even as his cold expression sent chills down one’s spine, as if approaching him would sweep you into a dark vortex.

He subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Julian Haworth had no such awareness at all—he practically wanted to hug Durrell and sob like a child.

"Durrell, I thought you’d never come back."

Durrell Landon couldn’t help showing a bit of headache, "Am I not standing right in front of you, perfectly fine?"

"Even so, Durrell, you must have suffered a lot, didn’t you?"

At that, a trace of icy darkness flashed in Durrell Landon’s eyes, instantly vanishing as if nothing had happened, a mere illusion.

He didn’t pursue the topic, instead asking Knight Tamworth, "Knight, any news of my brother?"

Knight Tamworth looked troubled as he faced Durrell Landon. "Still nothing, for now."

The other side had hidden themselves well, and without any overseas power, investigating was incredibly difficult.

Worse yet, more than half a month had already passed with not a word—the worry was, the enemy might have even killed Zeke Landon.

"Durrell, I just can’t wrap my head around it—who would dare target both you and Zeke?"

Durrell Landon poured himself a glass of wine, swirling it, staring into the deep red liquid, as if it could never bear the weight of his gaze. He took a sip, only speaking slowly: "I think I know who it is."

"Who?"

"Nathan Firth."

Hearing that name, Julian Haworth grumbled in annoyance: "I just knew Quiana Sutton was a femme fatale—he’s after you, Durrell, all because of her."

Durrell Landon gave Julian a flat look, laced with a silent warning, "Even without her, there’s no peace between Nathan Firth and me—it’s only ever been a fight to the end."

Julian Haworth lowered his head slightly. He just couldn’t understand—after all this, Durrell was still defending Quiana Sutton.

He suddenly remembered what had trended online today, and asked with curiosity:

"Durrell, what exactly is going on with that Vinny Linnel lady and you?"

Durrell Landon didn’t seem keen to discuss her. "We’ll talk about her later."

He turned to look at Knight Tamworth:

"How’s Universal Corporation faring lately?"

Knight Tamworth’s expression darkened. "It’s not good. Several directors seem to have secretly sold their shares to an overseas holding company. We’re working on tracking its origin, but it takes time. And right now, the other party’s shareholding is nearly equal to the Landon Family’s share."

Durrell Landon’s face remained calm as ever, but those beside him could feel the chill radiating from his body.

As the tension mounted in the room, Durrell suddenly spoke:

"If they’re so keen, then sell my shares to them as well."

Knight Tamworth stared at him in shock:

"Are you crazy? If your grandfather finds out, he’ll probably faint from rage on the spot!"

Durrell Landon slowly traced the rim of his glass with his finger, his expression tinged with danger and nonchalance:

"I’m not crazy. In fact, I’ve never been clearer than I am now."

Knight Tamworth: "..."

Knight Tamworth could only think, the Durrell Landon in this moment was more dangerous than ever—not mad, but almost more terrifying than madness itself.