I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 147 - 146: The Sucker

Gavaria Island occasionally hosts auctions, since the people who come to this island are either rich or noble, and money is the least of their worries.

Although she wasn’t particularly interested, she didn’t find it too annoying either.

"Let’s go."

Quiana Sutton didn’t expect to encounter that haughty princess and Thomas Grant at the auction again.

The princess kept glancing at the man beside her, her attempt to maintain poise and elegance gradually replaced by anxiety and unease.

She was the princess of Rio, accustomed to getting whatever she wanted, and it was her first significant setback over a man.

She initially scoffed at the idea of an arranged marriage, but at the first sight of him, she was enamored.

She accepted the marriage proposal gladly, yet he seemed very detached, leaving no room for criticism.

No matter what she did, it was like punching cotton, having no effect whatsoever.

This made her very, very annoyed, yet she had nowhere to vent.

Thomas Grant was accompanying the princess on Gavaria Island per his grandfather’s wishes. The princess was very picky; she disliked the sun outdoors, and complained of boredom indoors. Today, there just happened to be an auction, so he brought the princess out for a walk.

Seeing Quiana Sutton and Durrell Landon, he was just as surprised, but soon wore a faint smile on his lips.

Walking towards Quiana Sutton and Durrell Landon, he said, "We meet again."

His eyes lingered on Quiana Sutton for a few seconds: "When can my idol give me an autograph?"

Quiana Sutton: "..."

Seeing the unexpected interest in Thomas Grant’s eyes, Carl’s alarms went off, and he seemed to have finally found a point to erupt.

She lifted her skirt and approached Quiana Sutton, glaring at her: "There’s a word called vixen, which describes shameless women like you who seduce other people’s partners."

Quiana Sutton: "..."

Doesn’t this count as taking a hit even while lying down?

It seemed she hadn’t even spoken a word up till now.

Durrell Landon’s previously mild expression turned exceptionally cold, "Being a vixen requires skill. Is Her Highness Carl upset for being too ugly to pull it off?" After speaking, he held Quiana Sutton a little tighter, "Besides, with a husband like me, she doesn’t need to seduce someone else’s partner."

Not bothering to look at Carl’s expression, he directly pulled Quiana Sutton into the auction’s entrance.

Carl’s chest heaved violently, this man actually called her ugly, an enormous insult to her.

The intermittent banter between the two of them could still be heard:

Quiana Sutton: "You really have no shame."

Durrell Landon: "Don’t you think I’m more handsome than that Thomas guy?"

Quiana Sutton: "..."

Thomas Grant watched the backs of Quiana Sutton and Durrell Landon heading inside, for once standing up straight from his usual slouch, his smile widened.

Indeed, quite amusing.

The smile faded, and he looked down at Carl, his tone slightly cold:

"Is this the etiquette of Rio, Princess Carl? Being so rude to strangers? I think Princess Carl is not suitable for me."

"I..."

Carl became anxious immediately, she hadn’t expected Thomas Grant to reject the marriage proposal so directly, which was not just a slap to her face, but to Rio’s as well. She would not agree to this easily.

For the first time, she lowered her head and apologized to Thomas Grant, albeit in a low voice: "I was supposed to insult her, but this marriage was decided by my father and your grandfather together."

Indeed, precisely because it was a mutual decision, he couldn’t completely reject it.

He changed the subject: "Let’s go. I promised to take you to the auction today."

Inside the auction, there was a crown she liked.

Without looking at Carl’s reaction, he went straight in.

Carl followed closely behind, secretly harboring resentment towards Quiana Sutton.

...

Quiana Sutton found herself becoming lazier; as long as Durrell Landon was beside her, she barely needed to do anything herself.

If she wanted to eat, Durrell Landon would get it for her.

If she wanted a drink, Durrell Landon would feed it to her.

She strongly suspected that Durrell Landon was doing it deliberately, like gently boiling a frog in water, slowly getting her accustomed so she would never be able to leave when fully dependent.

Now she really felt like she could not leave Durrell Landon.

Feeling a bit miffed, she nibbled on his chin, "If you spoil me too much, you’ll be responsible for life."

"Couldn’t ask for more."

At this point, an auctioned necklace was adorned with a rare blue gemstone, which amazingly turned purple at night.

The starting bid was ten million.

Quiana Sutton glanced at it a few more times.

Noticing her seem interested, Durrell Landon spoke in a low voice: "Are you interested?"

She lazily yawned, "It’s alright."

Although this gemstone wasn’t common, her room had stones with darker and larger hues compared to this necklace.

"Since we’re here, let’s bid for fun."

He said: "Fifteen million."

Carl, most interested in the crown, wasn’t particularly drawn to the necklace until Durrell Landon bid, increasing her interest in the necklace.

Durrell was surely bidding to gift that woman, and anything that woman liked, she wanted to snatch away.

"Twenty million."

Thomas Grant glanced at Carl, saying nothing.

Quiana Sutton was lazily resting in Durrell Landon’s embrace. Hearing Carl’s bid brought on new enthusiasm.

"Thirty million."

Carl’s ears buzzed upon hearing Quiana Sutton, her rationality fracturing slightly, she shouted without hesitation:

"Fifty million."

Quiana Sutton lazily called out again: "Eighty million."

Carl resisted, shouting: "One hundred million."

The necklace was valued at thirty million but had unexpectedly been driven up to an astounding one hundred million.

The auction house’s atmosphere was instantly ignited.

Quiana Sutton also realized then that Princess Carl had a vendetta against her.

Had she inadvertently made another enemy?

Seeing the intense desire from Princess Carl for the necklace, she graciously stepped aside and let her have it.

The necklace eventually sold at the astonishing price of one hundred million.

The price was the highest recorded that day, spurring curiosity among the crowd, wondering if higher bids would follow.

Subsequent items, ranging from jewelry to paintings, fetched prices four to five times the starting bid.

Thomas Grant coldly swept a glance at the seemingly naive Princess Carl but said nothing in the end.

Yet he became more resolute in not getting engaged to the princess.