I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 108: Injured

North Star.

One drink, two, three... Julian Haworth was guzzling liquor with no restraint, nearly driven mad with fury. Oliver Gale tried to stop him but couldn’t, pressing his brow in frustration:

"If you really want to drink yourself unconscious, I can get you another bottle."

Julian still couldn’t quite accept it: "Oliver, tell me, why is Durrell acting like this? Why has he changed so much? Is he really throwing away the Landon Family and all of us?"

Oliver crossed his legs, playing with his glass, speaking helplessly: "If you really don’t get it, why don’t you go find Vinny Linnel? He became like this after the plane crash, when he brought Vinny back. Maybe she’s the reason he’s changed."

Hearing this, Julian felt as if awakened from a dream: "You’ve got a point."

Finishing his sentence, he tossed his glass aside and marched out of the private room.

After waiting awhile and not seeing Julian return, a sudden uneasy feeling crept over Oliver. That idiot really wouldn’t go straight to Vinny, would he?

Thinking of this, Oliver couldn’t sit still any longer. As he hurriedly left the room, he unexpectedly bumped straight into Quiana Sutton.

Oliver was a bit surprised: "What are you doing here?"

Quiana had had a bit too much to drink, which was probably why she ended up getting bumped into by Oliver. But after the collision, she seemed to sober up a little, sneered once: "You can be here at North Star, why can’t I? Isn’t everyone just here to drink?"

Right now Oliver didn’t have the time for Quiana—his mind was completely on Julian Haworth.

Julian was your typical hot-blooded, impulsive young guy. Sometimes a bit silly, sometimes kind of a devil, and today he’d drunk nearly five bottles—nobody knew what he’d do after that much.

Oliver was about to brush past her when he suddenly turned his head back to look at Quiana:

"Julian probably went to find Vinny. Would you come with me to look for him?"

Quiana leaned lazily against the wall, her face full of deeper scorn: "Isn’t this the kind of thing you should ask Durrell Landon to do?"

Right now Julian had a lot of issues with Durrell. If Durrell found out Julian had gone to see Vinny, those two would definitely explode at each other.

"I think you’re more suited to this."

"And what if I say no?"

Oliver shrugged, feigning a helpless smile: "If you say no, I’ll have to go find him by myself."

In the car. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Oliver drove, throwing sidelong looks at Quiana, teasing.

Quiana lit a cigarette, her expression unreadable:

"Don’t get it twisted, I just can’t stand Vinny and want to vent on her. I’m not doing this for you or Julian."

Oliver wasn’t about to argue. He just curled his lips into a slight smile.

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Outside Vinny Linnel’s villa.

Julian was roaring, "Vinny, get out here! Hiding inside, what are you, a turtle? If you’ve got guts, come out! I’ve got something to ask you."

Vinny had been getting ready for bed, but Julian Haworth’s sudden provocations left her annoyed. She immediately called someone over, displeased:

"The stray dog outside is too noisy. Deal with him."

"Yes, miss."

Julian was just a third-rate fighter, while Vinny’s bodyguards were elite, national champ-level. In his drunken state, he didn’t stand a chance—slowed reflexes, the works.

When Quiana and Oliver arrived, they saw Julian clutching his abdomen, blood flowing between his fingers.

His leg bones had been broken, ribs cracked—a mess of injuries on his back too numerous to count.

He lay on the ground, unable to move, feeling his body slowly growing chilled.

Oliver’s initially calm eyes darkened in an instant. He hurried out of the car and headed toward Julian, but Quiana was even faster—she was already entangled with the bodyguards.

Seeing Quiana getting the upper hand, Oliver went to Julian’s side, half-kneeling, his fingertips touching the nearly fatal wound on Julian’s abdomen, his voice cold as ice: "Julian..."

Hearing a familiar voice, Julian instinctively felt a surge of grievance and longing on seeing Oliver:

"Oliver... you came to save me..."

Oliver: "Yeah! And Quiana’s here, too..."

Blood and sweat dripped from Julian’s eyelids, staining his vision red. In that scarlet blur, he saw Quiana, and a wave of sourness filled his heart.

He never imagined Quiana would come save him.

Soon after, the injuries the bodyguards suffered were far worse—Quiana didn’t hold back in the least. Dislocated bones, pouring blood, faces drained ash-gray with terror.

The men lying on the ground stared at Quiana in horror—they all knew she’d been holding back no mercy, even aiming to kill.

Those emotionless eyes like some demon from hell—one touch, and death was imminent.

Quiana shot them a cold glance, ignoring their wails of pain, and strode directly to Julian, looking down at him with scorn:

"You really do look pathetic right now."

Julian: "..."

He couldn’t muster a comeback—he looked far too miserable, and even if he wanted to jump up and snap back at Quiana, he simply couldn’t move.

His body grew colder by the minute. Oliver’s gaze hardened. "Let’s go. Taking care of your injuries comes first."

At that moment, the villa’s grand doors slowly opened. Vinny watched Oliver helping Julian up from the ground, with Quiana standing at their side, and a sudden sense of restlessness welled up inside her,

"You think you can just hurt my people and walk off like that?"

Now that Vinny had finally crawled out of her shell, if Julian weren’t so badly injured he couldn’t speak, he definitely would’ve rushed over and taught her a lesson.

Oliver prevented him from doing so. Quiana turned slightly, fixing her icy smile on Vinny as she stood not far away:

"You’re not afraid, Miss Linnel, that if you try to stop us, we might have to beat you up too?"

As soon as Quiana spoke, the atmosphere tightened and turned oppressive.

Vinny glanced down at her bodyguards at her feet—bodies in pools of blood, visibly gravely wounded.

Quiana was completely fearless, not regarding her as a threat at all.

What’s more, Quiana was at least ten thousand times more beautiful in person than in any picture or video. Even as a woman, Vinny couldn’t help but feel a flash of amazement and, buried deeper, a jealousy she herself barely realized.

This face had seduced Durrell Landon?

She coldly laughed, but it didn’t matter—soon Durrell would divorce her anyway.

She looked down from above with arrogance and disdain at Quiana:

"So bold, Miss Sutton. Is it just because Durrell Landon dotes on you?"