I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 130: As If His Treasure Is About to Be Taken Away

Chapter 130: Chapter 130: As If His Treasure Is About to Be Taken Away

Lilian looked disdainfully at Quiana Sutton, who had collapsed on the ground: "You can play however you want, but in the end, you’re going to die."

From the moment Quiana entered, Blondie recognized her as the big star, Quiana Sutton, the dream girl of countless men.

He had long coveted her beauty, and now that she was finally in his hands, he certainly wouldn’t let her die so easily—a proper play was in order.

He shoved the other two aside, greedily eyeing her: "She’s mine. If you want to play, wait until I’m done."

The other two dared not resist Blondie; they were well aware of his methods and were wary.

They forced a smile on their faces: "Of course, of course, boss, please go ahead."

Isabelle Somerville stared blankly at Quiana Sutton lying on the ground. At this moment, she seemed like ashes left after a fire, as if she could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

She uncontrollably called out Quiana’s name: "Cece... don’t..."

Tears spilled out uncontrollably from her eyes.

She knew very well that if not for Cece’s consideration for her, these few men wouldn’t stand a chance against her.

Quiana felt trapped in a nightmare, with the scene of her brother dying before her eyes replaying over and over again, so much so that she hadn’t even noticed another personality emerging:

"It’s really ugly; emotions are your weakness. Why bother about Isabelle’s life or death? She killed Isabelle, and you killed her, it’s also revenge."

"Since you’re not responding to me, I’ll temporarily take control of the body."

As Blondie was about to undo his buttons, the previously unfocused eyes of Quiana locked firmly onto the person in front of her, with a smirk:

"You seemed to have had a lot of fun just now?"

Momentarily, he couldn’t describe the strange look in her eyes but felt an intense instinctual fear of danger, leading him to backtrack a few steps.

He immediately ordered the other two: "Don’t just stand there, give her a beating."

He couldn’t believe that someone tied up could cause any trouble.

The other two, fearing any deviation, immediately obliged with kicks and punches aimed at Quiana.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, one of them was struck in the abdomen, flew out, and crashed into both Isabelle and Lilian standing beside her.

Lilian was caught off guard, barely holding onto the gun which subsequently flew from her grasp.

The next moment, everyone saw the girl with blood on her lips, wrists, and ankles crawling up from the ground; they could hardly believe what had happened in the brief few minutes.

When everyone came to their senses, they simultaneously realized something, but Quiana moved faster, grabbing the gun that had fallen to the ground.

She slowly raised her right hand, pointing the gun at them, casually wiping the blood off her lips with her left hand, with a bloodthirsty smile lurking in her eyes, her calm voice as cold as a merciless death god:

"Within a hundred paces, everyone who points a gun at me doesn’t leave here alive. You’re no exception."

After speaking, she unhesitatingly shot Lilian in the heart, sending her to hell before she could even speak.

Blondie and the other standing person looked at her in sheer terror.

Despite being covered in blood and in a sorry state, the dark aura she exuded made them shiver, uncontrollably trembling like leaves in the wind: "We, we were all forced by Lilian."

Her voice, fragile like it floated in the air, yet was also this resilient and cold: "Unfortunately, I’m not satisfied with that answer."

After finishing, she pulled the trigger without hesitation, watching indifferently as they slowly collapsed.

Blood splattered onto Isabelle’s face, her joy turned quickly into dense, impenetrable fear and shock. At this moment, Quiana was so unfamiliar, unfamiliar enough that it seemed she had never known this person at all.

"Da—da—da—"

At this time, Quiana heard footsteps approaching from the doorway, instinctively turning her head to see a lanky figure slowly emerging from the light into the shadows.

Durrell Landon, having finished handling matters and arrived at the Royal Court Hotel, unexpectedly found Quiana’s absence. Eventually, Joseph Grant informed him that Quiana had left looking very unwell.

Realizing something might be wrong, he immediately had Aaron locate Quiana’s position but found no signal from her phone.

A sudden sense of unease arose, so he quickly dispatched Aaron to track her whereabouts.

When he and Aaron finally arrived, they witnessed such a bloody scene.

Step by step, he approached Quiana, while she seemed to look at him like he was a stranger.

"Stop or I’ll shoot."

Durrell was slightly taken aback: "You..."

Suddenly hearing Durrell’s voice, she felt a splitting headache, unable to maintain her stance, and just before falling, Durrell caught her, looking at her with worry:

"Cece..."

Quiana was in his arms, her consciousnesses interweaving, both trying to wrest control, making her voice weak, grief-stricken, and dazed:

"Durrell—"

Before she could finish, she fainted.

Durrell gently cradled her in his arms.

Due to falling, along with the beating, her clothes had been torn by the stones on the ground, revealing parts of her fair skin to the air, with the blood on her still not solidified, smudging her pale face, and light pink lips, with a seductive allure.

The hands holding her tightened abruptly, with chilling icy cold eyes scanning the people lying in pools of blood.

Word by word, he declared: "I want the forces behind all these people erased from Capital City!"

Aaron gasped; he could clearly feel the master’s rage.

He quickly replied: "Yes."

Isabelle, finally able to accept the series of changes, widened her eyes in surprise as she saw Durrell lift Quiana.

"You...you..."

Durrell cast a cold glance at the still tied up Isabelle and ordered coldly: "Take her along too."

Without asking, he knew clearly that Quiana had gotten herself into such a state because she was trying to save her.

He suppressed his anger towards Isabelle.

Because she was the person Quiana had risked everything to save, he couldn’t kill her.

What puzzled him even more was why Quiana had looked at him like a complete stranger just a moment ago.

That look unsettled him.

It always gave him a mistaken feeling that his treasure was about to be taken by someone else.