I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 109: Punishment

When she heard the name Durrell Landon, her pupils contracted, and her gaze grew steadily colder:

"If you think I’m just a woman who relies on Durrell Landon, then you couldn’t be more wrong."

"Really?"

Vinny Linnel’s face twisted into a cat-and-mouse kind of cruel amusement. "No matter how capable you are, do you really think you can move faster than my gun?"

As her voice faded, she slowly raised the gun and aimed it at Quiana Sutton.

"I don’t think I ever mentioned: in the Linnel Family, nobody’s firearm skills are better than mine."

Right now, all she wanted was to kill Quiana Sutton. If Durrell Landon ever questioned her about it later, she’d have plenty of justification—Quiana and Julian Haworth had forced their way into her villa, and she’d accidentally killed Quiana while trying to defend herself.

Just as she was about to pull the trigger, a voice cut in—

"What the hell are you doing?"

Everyone present instinctively glanced toward the source of the sound. They saw Durrell Landon walking over at an unhurried pace. As he passed his injured bodyguard sprawled on the ground, his face remained calm and unchanging—but as soon as he saw the wound on Julian Haworth, there was a sudden, faintly bloodthirsty glint in his eyes.

"Was Julian hurt by your people?"

Vinny Linnel slowly lowered her gun and replied coolly, "He came to my villa making a scene. I was just letting my bodyguards give him a little lesson."

Durrell didn’t spare another glance for Vinny, his gaze landing on Oliver Gale nearby: "Julian’s hurt. Get him out of here ASAP."

Julian Haworth struggled weakly, wanting to say something else, but he was so drained that, just opening his mouth, it felt as if he started bleeding even faster.

Oliver quickly dragged him away. "Shut up. Don’t make things any worse."

Quiana Sutton stared at Durrell Landon from a distance, suddenly finding it all seriously laughable.

When I loved you, I wished you were my whole world. Now, you can’t even spare me a glance?

She sneered, didn’t look at Durrell anymore, and turned to leave.

After they’d gone, Durrell’s silhouette flickered; he stepped up to Vinny Linnel and, swift and decisive, slapped her hard across the face.

Vinny clutched her face in pain, standing rigid on the spot.

"Durrell Landon, what the hell are you doing?"

Durrell stepped back a couple of paces, his gaze chilly as he looked at Vinny:

"I’ve never hit a woman before. You’re the first."

Vinny held her face, bitterness and pain written all over her:

"Durrell Landon, are you so furious because I aimed a gun at Quiana Sutton, or is it because my bodyguards wounded Julian Haworth?"

Durrell didn’t respond to her question—he just looked at her coldly. "I don’t want there to be a next time."

Vinny stared into Durrell’s eyes, deep as whirlpools, and suddenly felt a flicker of fear.

At the same time, her hatred toward Quiana Sutton was surging unstoppably.

She was definitely going to make Quiana die!

...

Riventon Hospital.

Knight Tamworth had rushed to the hospital as soon as he heard Julian Haworth was injured. By now, Julian’s wounds had been mostly dealt with by Oliver Gale, the man so swathed in bandages he looked like a human dumpling.

Julian Haworth looked weakly at Knight Tamworth and squeezed out two words with effort:

"Knight—Tamworth—"

Knight was relieved to see Julian still breathing, and gave him a sharp slap on one of his wounds: "You get drunk and forget how capable you actually are, huh? With those skills, you dare kick your way into someone else’s villa? You think Vinny Linnel’s Evelyn Windsor—you can go teach her a lesson whenever you want?"

Julian almost screamed in pain. He’d definitely been reckless after drinking, and now he was learning his lesson, bitterly.

The only thing that still bothered him: looked like something was going on between Quiana Sutton and Durrell.

Knight noticed Julian staring blankly at the ceiling and knocked against the bed railing. "Julian, don’t overthink it. Just rest. Stay in the hospital for now and heal up. And you can relax—anyone who ever hurt you, I’m not letting one of them off."

Julian’s eyes went slightly red. "Knight..."

Same as when he was a kid—if he got bullied, Durrell or Knight would always avenge him.

But time had passed. Somehow nothing had changed, and somehow everything had.

Knight let Julian recover alone in the hospital bed; he and Oliver headed out to the corridor.

He irritably lit a cigarette. "I heard it was Quiana Sutton who rescued Julian?"

Oliver Gale shrugged. "You know me—I’m handy with scalpels, but fighting, not my specialty. Obviously we needed a pro."

Knight shot Oliver a sideways glance, half amused: "Oliver, you could only fool Julian with that line. Not good at fighting? I might not even be your match. Tell me, why make Quiana rescue Julian?"

There was a deep, unfathomable smile in Oliver’s eyes. "Say Quiana got injured too—what kind of look do you think Durrell would have? Who do you think he’d choose? Kinda surprised me, though, that girl’s skills are pretty sharp. Definitely been professionally trained for a long time."

"Aren’t you afraid she might actually get hurt, and Durrell will come after you for payback?"

"Isn’t that even better? If he really comes hunting for me, I can finally ask him what he’s actually planning. Don’t tell me you’re not dying to know what he thinks?"

Of course he wanted to know. Whatever the reason, he would stand behind Durrell Landon.

...

Now.

In Serene Ink Garden.

Since the plan had started, Nathan Firth had rarely painted anymore. Even when he did, he only painted Quiana Sutton; it hadn’t been very long, but somehow her portrait now lined all four walls.

On the far right of the wall was a dark double sofa. Nathan sprawled lazily across it, one leg hooked on the armrest, relaxed and indifferent, quietly gazing at a giant portrait of Quiana.

Night was deep. A slender gap was left in the window, and the night breeze slipped through, combing across the towering painting and making a barely audible sound.

Lunaria knocked gently on the door. "Sir."

"Come in."

Lunaria pushed open the door and walked in; every time he saw these walls full of Quiana’s image, he couldn’t help but feel a little unreal.

Even somewhat eerie.

But whatever he thought, he didn’t dare say a word.

He bowed slightly. "Sir, Durrell Landon has sold off all his shares, which sank Universal Corporation’s stock price. If we keep buying, we’ll lose too much money. Even if we stop buying, we now own the largest share in Universal Corporation."

Hearing that, Nathan finally shifted his eyes to Lunaria’s face, his tone flat, seemingly uninterested:

"Durrell Landon really sold off his shares?"

Lunaria nodded with certainty. "I’m sure of it, sir. I also heard that Durrell Landon is getting a divorce from the eldest miss."

At that, a trace of change finally appeared in Nathan’s dark expression. "He’s really divorcing her?"

"Yes, sir. I heard from the crew that they haven’t spoken at all in over a month—except while filming, there hasn’t been a word between Durrell Landon and the eldest miss."

Nathan coldly curled his lips in a smile.

Should he say Durrell Landon is clever, or heartless?

But even if Durrell really did divorce Quiana Sutton, he wouldn’t let the Landon Family off so easily. He wanted the whole Landon Family to be buried along with the Firth Family!