I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 142 - 141: Same Mother, Different Fathers

Elder Sutton saw Durrell Landon protecting Quiana Sutton so fiercely, his hands clenched around his cane, lightly tapping with his middle finger. After a while, a mysterious smirk appeared on his lips, like a sneer: "Now you’ve found someone to rely on, do you finally have the guts to defy your grandfather?"

Even though she had become accustomed to it long ago, all her accumulated courage and resolve were still replaced by boundless sorrow.

After a long silence, she spoke indifferently, "Grandpa... do you think I’m still the same person I was back then? If I don’t want to leave, no one can force me."

As he looked at Quiana Sutton standing in front of him, her face seemed to slowly merge with the one in his memories.

For a moment, he almost couldn’t tell whether the person before him was his grandson or granddaughter.

But it was only for a moment, then he snapped back to reality.

Every time he saw her face, he felt a mix of love and hate towards her.

The same rebelliousness, the same calmness, also the same remarkable talent.

An overwhelming fury and resentment surged in his heart with the memories; he glared at Quiana Sutton with a grudge, his voice lowered to almost a whisper.

"Good! Very good indeed!"

Phoebe had previously said she seemed like a different person in Capital City; he was half-believing, half-doubting, but became convinced now upon witnessing it himself. His resolve to take her back grew even stronger.

"Do you think just a few people can protect you?"

His eyes casually landed on Durrell Landon, Charles Foote, and Oliver Gale.

When he saw Oliver Gale, he paused for a bit.

"So it’s you. Since you’re also from Heavenly Domain, why stand against my Sutton Estate?"

Oliver Gale stood still, his expression still nonchalant, "I only participate in Heavenly Domain’s rankings because I owe someone a favor. I’ve long said everything in Heavenly Domain is unrelated to me."

Elder Sutton snorted lightly, "Once you’re in Heavenly Domain, you can never leave in this lifetime. You say everything in Heavenly Domain has nothing to do with you, that’s impossible."

Oliver Gale’s gaze never changed, "I don’t represent Heavenly Domain, nor does Heavenly Domain represent me. If Elder Sutton insists I represent Heavenly Domain and stand against your Sutton Estate, that’s fine too."

Elder Sutton snorted coldly but didn’t say anything further. His eyes bore a complex hatred as he looked at Quiana Sutton.

"If you truly desire freedom, kill your grandfather with your own hands and control the entire Sutton Estate. This way, you can do whatever you want."

Quiana Sutton’s chest heaved violently upon hearing this, the veins on the back of her hand faintly visible, then she gritted her teeth and said:

"Nathan Firth truly carries on your legacy well."

Both of them are crazy, insisting she must hate them.

Durrell Landon knew clearly, if it were anyone else pestering her here, she would have struck, hardly bearing with it here.

She could endure only because he was her grandfather.

Seeing her endure like this made his heart ache; she shouldn’t be like this.

His eyes narrowed, shrouded in heavy gloom; after a while, he looked at her grandfather with displeasure:

"Considering you’re her grandfather, I used to have some respect for you, but here in Capital City, I’m afraid it’s not your place to act recklessly."

Elder Sutton generally disliked Durrell Landon intensely, and now with this threat, he hated him even more.

"Landon Family boy, do you think that little Landon Family in Capital City can truly be her support?"

At this moment, a voice interjected:

"If Capital City’s Landon Family isn’t enough, how about the White Family?"

As the voice faded, a bunch of people walked in successively; this Briarwood Villa, which seemed quite full, now felt almost cramped.

Julian Haworth, feeling a bit terrified, tugged on Charles Foote’s sleeve: "Knight Tamworth, who are these people now?"

Charles Foote succinctly replied, "Global Four Families, the White Family."

Julian Haworth: "..."

He couldn’t help but think if Capital City exploded at this moment, would the whole world start to fall into chaos.

Elder White glanced around, his eyes carried a trace of subtle amusement, then approached Durrell Landon,

"Shall I re-introduce you to the White Family’s grandson, Julian White?"

Julian Haworth: "..."

He felt deeply shaken today.

Quiana Sutton is the eldest daughter of the Sutton Estate, one of the Global Four Families, and now his childhood friend suddenly became the grandson of the White Family, another Global Four Family.

Elder Sutton was slightly shocked: "He’s your grandson?"

Elder White smiled broadly: "Of course."

Elder Sutton rubbed his cane, took a deep breath, and finally uttered three words: "Let’s leave."

Before leaving, his gaze lingered on Quiana Sutton for several seconds.

Nathan Firth cast a cold glance at Elder White, then a cold glance at Durrell Landon, and ultimately turned and left without hesitation.

Before Nathan Firth could leave, Elder White called out to him:

"Nathan, wait a moment."

Nathan Firth paused, but didn’t turn around, his voice unmistakably displeased, "What is it?"

Elder White said quietly, "Would you rather return to Sutton Estate than go back with your grandfather?"

Julian Haworth: "..."

What does Elder White mean? Could it be what he understands?

Elder White ought to have more than one daughter, right...

Nathan Firth chuckled coldly, "He’s your grandson, but I’m not."

"You are."

Nathan Firth finally turned around, his expression calm,

"I’m not. Your biggest mistake was not stopping the tragedy back then, and all these years the ones who raised me were from Sutton Estate, with no relation to your White Family whatsoever."

After saying this, he turned and left without looking back.

After Sutton Estate’s people left, the villa, which had seemed crowded, appeared a bit more spacious.

Elder White’s gaze swept over Quiana Sutton, his former smile faded a bit: "I didn’t expect you to be from Sutton Estate."

Quiana Sutton slightly furrowed her brows; she could sense Elder White’s displeasure towards her, but out of courtesy, she still bowed lightly and called him, "Grandfather White."

Elder White immediately stopped her.

"It’s unnecessary; I’m not worthy of being called grandfather."

After that, he looked at Durrell Landon, his gaze somewhat meaningful:

"Her grandfather was right; just the Landon Family in Capital City can’t protect her. If you want to protect her, you must return to be the successor of my White Family. But you must understand clearly, becoming the successor of the White Family means you have to marry into Linnel Family."

"I’ll be staying in Capital City for a few more days; think well about what choice to make?"

Elder White then left the Briarwood Villa with his entourage without lingering.

The Briarwood Villa, previously crowded, now felt a bit emptier, and when the wind blew, it seemed to carry a trace of desolation.

Quiana Sutton looked up at Durrell Landon.

Before she could speak, Durrell Landon immediately said helplessly, "Trust me a bit more, okay? I have no interest at all in being the White Family’s successor, and I definitely won’t marry Vinny Linnel."

At the time, bringing Vinny Linnel back to the country was purely to deceive Nathan Firth.

It seemed he was in an extreme disadvantage; unable to protect Universal Corporation, relying only on the Linnel Family’s power.

Moreover, Vinny Linnel was forcing him tightly at that time, afraid he wouldn’t be able to shield her, he had to temporarily agree to Vinny Linnel’s demands.

He had no interest in other women at all; whenever they approached, he felt a physiological nausea.