I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 158 - 157: Burning the Villa

Cloud Summit Hotel.

Clara Hale played a game and won too easily, which left her a bit uninterested. She turned her head to curiously ask Damian Vance, who was sharpening his knife non-stop beside her, "Where do you think the boss went today?"

Damian Vance didn’t even lift his head, his voice cold, "Don’t know."

And he didn’t care, either.

He only needed to follow orders.

Clara Hale was a bit speechless at Damian’s robotic demeanor, couldn’t he show a little bit of interest?

In fact, he was quite anxious. Over the past month or so, Quiana Sutton’s way of doing things had been like she turned into a completely different person.

Not only had she launched multiple attacks on the Linnel Group’s firewall, causing them to lose quite a bit of money, she even intercepted one of their shipments.

At that time, he was very curious about how she was going to handle this shipment, as it had the Linnel Group labels and would be hard to sell, even on the black market.

Then she took an action he couldn’t have imagined.

Without any hesitation, she dumped the entire shipment into the sea.

At that moment, he just wanted to give her a thumbs up and say, "666."

She not only opposed the Linnel Group at every turn but also got into several conflicts with The Raven while expanding her territory.

Although he was quite curious why she didn’t target The Church, considering her recent activities, he just felt fear, as if she was a whole different person, too scared to even ask.

Worried she had been replaced, he used her health checkup as an excuse to test her DNA and blood type, confirming she was indeed her.

He again attributed her unusual behavior to some form of provocation.

Upon her return to the hotel, Quiana Sutton instructed Clara Hale to prepare a few truckloads of gasoline.

When Clara heard this command, her foot slipped, nearly falling to the ground, and she spoke shakily, "W-what do you intend to do?"

She replied very calmly, "Burn down the Sutton Estate’s villa." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

She spoke those words as if discussing what to eat, totally unaware of the shocking nature of her thoughts.

Clara tried to persuade her, "Shouldn’t you reconsider? That’s the Sutton Estate, one of the Four Great Families. Have you considered the consequences of setting fire to their villa?"

She showed total indifference, "What is there to be afraid of?"

Clara’s lips twitched; if there were words to describe Quiana Sutton now, they’d be "madwoman."

Being reckless in everything, caring only about present vendettas.

Seeing Clara still standing there, Quiana Sutton lifted her chin and said to Damian Vance, "You go."

Damian Vance only ever had one response to Quiana Sutton’s orders: "Yes."

Before leaving, she suddenly added, "Wait until nighttime, and give the villa a gasoline rain."

Damian Vance: "Yes."

Clara Hale: "..."

While Damian went to arrange for gasoline, Quiana pulled Clara aside for another task, spending nearly an entire day planting a virus, also known as a security key, into the Sutton Group’s computers, which would lock everything at a specified time.

The lockout time was up to her to decide.

Clara Hale was starting to get accustomed to her crazy antics, finding them shocking yet oddly exhilarating.

...

The next day.

Quiana Sutton personally drove a truck into the Sutton Estate, filled with one barrel after another of gasoline.

The guards at the entrance, witnessing such a spectacle invade the Sutton Estate for the first time, were taken aback.

By the time they reacted, they hurried to report to the old master, catching their breath as they said, "Master, it’s bad, the young miss really brought a truckload of gasoline over."

Everyone in the villa was utterly terrified, most of whom had worked for the Sutton family for many years and were quite familiar with the young miss.

Returning after three years, she brought everyone quite a surprise gift.

Chaos erupted in the villa for a moment.

The old master tapped the ground with his cane, creating an ear-piercing sound, "Calm down, I don’t believe she would really dare to burn the villa."

Quiana Sutton instructed Damian Vance and Clara Hale to wait in the truck. She walked into the villa alone, carrying a gas can in each hand.

Casually finding a place to sit down, she lit a cigarette nonchalantly, took a puff, and looked whimsically at her grandfather and Charlotte Sutton: "Grandpa, I said yesterday if you can’t restore my room, I would burn the villa. Did you restore my room?"

The old master furrowed his brows: "If you want a room, I can give you one, but which room you stay in is up to me. Since your old room has been given to Phoebe, it naturally can’t be returned to you."

Quiana Sutton showed no reaction, slowly stood up, smiled faintly, her pale, jade-like fingers casually pushing aside the bangs brushing her forehead, her eyes as cold as frost, "Since Grandpa is unwilling to restore the room, I have no choice but to fulfill my promise."

Then she kicked over the gasoline can, and the clear liquid quickly spread through the cracks on the floor.

Everybody in the villa screamed in fear.

The old master furrowed his brow even deeper: "You’re not really thinking of burning down the villa, are you?"

Beside him, Charlotte Sutton started crying like a weeping willow.

"Sister, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have turned your room into a dance studio. If you must blame someone, blame me alone; this villa is also your home, how could you burn your own home? And Grandpa is very old, what if he gets injured if there’s a fire?"

Quiana Sutton sighed deeply, slowly closed her eyes.

She had cared too much about this grandfather and this so-called family in the past, causing her so much anguish.

The first thing she must do now is sever ties completely with her former self.

With this thought, the bewilderment in her eyes vanished completely, leaving only resolute determination.

Without hesitation, she flicked her cigarette stub onto the ground.

The spark landed on the gasoline, rapidly spreading along the trail, soon igniting a flame that tore open a path behind her.

Without glancing back at them, she turned and left.

Her figure bloomed in the firelight, disappearing completely.

...

Everstar Pavilion.

Northmount rushed in hurriedly, Nova glared at him with displeasure.

"Why such panic? Calm down! The master detests unruly, impulsive subordinates the most."

Northmount had no time to spare for her, pushing her aside. If he was late, everything would be too late. For the first time, he broke protocol, bursting into Nathan Firth’s room without knocking.

"Master, there’s been an incident."

Nathan Firth was changing clothes, visibly displeased by Northmount’s frantic entrance, but did not erupt, merely spoke calmly, "Speak, here’s your chance to explain."

Catching his breath, Northmount, still shaken, said, "The young miss, the young miss is going to burn the villa."

Nova: "..."

She doubted her ears, incredulously asking, "What did you just say?"

Nathan Firth also frowned, "Do you realize what you’re saying?"

"Master, you must hurry to the villa, or it will be too late for anything."