I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 159 - 158: One Billion Bounty

Clara Hale looked at the soaring flames from the truck, her lips twitched slightly.

Has the mansion really been burned?

Relentless and crazy, isn’t that exactly someone like her?

He silently shrank his neck, he must never make her angry again, otherwise he might not even have bones left.

Amidst this sky-high fire, a figure bloomed in front of the twisted flames, coming slowly.

The black trench coat was torn apart in the hot airflow, flying fiercely in the air.

Such strong colors, such overwhelming power, seemed to be mere accessories for her.

Clara Hale stared for a moment, only responding after a long time.

By the time she reacted, she was already sitting in the car.

He leaned lazily back, a slight smile tugging at his lips, this sort of feeling didn’t seem so bad.

He asked indifferently, "Where are we going now?"

Quiana Sutton replied, "Back to Scavilla City."

...

On the road out, their car passed by Nathan Firth’s car. Nathan’s attention was entirely on the flames of the villa, so much so that he didn’t notice Quiana Sutton in that truck.

Northmount in the car looked at the villa burning fiercely, somewhat shocked.

When the housekeeper called him, he was only half-believing and didn’t dare gamble with the possibility, so he immediately reported it to Nathan Firth.

Even seeing it with his own eyes now, it was still hard to believe. The young lady really dared to burn the villa.

Nathan Firth frowned slightly, a mix of confusion and puzzling emotions surging within him. To her, the villa held her most important memories, how could she possibly burn it?

He couldn’t bother with anything else now, and immediately commanded, "Rescue people."

When he rushed in, the flames had spread severely, and many servants had already been suffocated by the smoke.

When the old man was almost unable to hold on, finally a glimmer of hope appeared, and Charlotte Sutton quickly clutched Nathan Firth’s sleeve, pleading softly:

"Brother Nathan, save me."

Nathan Firth did not hesitate and chose to save the old man.

Charlotte’s survival, he had always cared little about. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

She stared intensely at Nathan’s back as he left her there, sadness and resentment spreading.

In the end, it was Tide that saved her.

Lying in the hospital, the first thing the old man did upon waking was to issue an order:

"One billion, global bounty, I want a global bounty on this damn girl."

After saying this, he was too exhausted and fell unconscious.

Another round of emergency treatment ensued in the hospital.

Nathan Firth instructed Northmount to handle the matter, and Northmount was slightly startled:

"Master, do you really want to issue a global bounty?"

"Issuing."

He also wanted to know what could have driven her to burn her most treasured villa.

Northmount opened his mouth but eventually said nothing.

He never expected that one day the young lady would be even more crazy than the master.

Whenever he thinks of the young lady burning the villa, cold sweat runs down his body.

Meanwhile, Quiana Sutton had already returned to Scavilla City.

She saw her bounty worth one billion.

As expected, it wasn’t that surprising.

What she didn’t expect was her own worth, capable of making her grandfather issue a one billion global bounty.

She glanced at it indifferently, tossed the phone aside, caring about nothing now.

...

Riventon Hospital.

Knight Tamworth rushed to the ward, it was the first time Julian Haworth saw Knight Tamworth’s usually detached and inscrutable expression with such shock.

Curiously, he asked, "Knight, a disaster with a look like that?"

Knight Tamworth couldn’t bother with Julian Haworth’s mockery, directly speaking, "Durrell, something happened."

Durrell Landon spoke weakly, "What happened?"

Knight Tamworth composed himself, "Quiana Sutton burned the Sutton Estate mansion, Mr. Sutton issued a one billion global bounty. Although I’ve intercepted this news domestically first-hand, I don’t know how long it can be intercepted."

Julian Haworth: "..."

Oliver Gale: "..."

Oliver’s expression of disbelief only lasted a second before it disappeared quickly, he wasn’t that surprised.

Quiana Sutton dared to trespass into Heavenly Domain; burning a mansion was trivial.

Durrell Landon’s pupils shrank slightly upon hearing this, immediately intending to get out of bed, but Oliver’s quick reflexes pressed him down.

"Calm down. With the old man offering a billion bounty, it proves she’s very safe now. If you want to find her soon, listen to me, get well first, otherwise you can’t help her and instead become her weakness."

Durrell Landon took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, "Is there any special medicine?"

He wanted to recover his body quickly.

Oliver Gale: "..."

He paused for three seconds, "More than any special medicine, if you rest well and eat properly, that’s better than any special medicine."

"Oliver, I’ll actively cooperate with your treatment, I remember Mr. Sutton’s birthday banquet is in a month, she might appear."

This time, he must find her and not give her a chance to slip away.

Oliver Gale: "..."

He suddenly thought the best special medicine for Durrell was Quiana Sutton; yet the more Durrell cared about Quiana, the more worried he truly felt.

But for now, he couldn’t be bothered with all that.

...

Late into the night.

The bright moonlight spilled onto the icy ground, adding a bit more chill to the already wintry night.

A man with black hair in a black coat soaked under the moonlight, unmoving for a long time, like a statue of Venus standing on the ground.

Beautiful to the extreme, yet also tragically beautiful to the extreme.

Sir Grandfather stood at the window, looking at Simon Storm standing not far away, slightly frowning.

Ultimately, he decided to walk over.

"Are you worried about her?"

Ever since learning Mr. Sutton issued a billion bounty, Simon Storm had been standing there for hours.

Simon Storm didn’t turn around, knowing who it was, his voice slightly hoarse:

"Aren’t you worried about her?"

Sir Grandfather was silent for a moment, "Regardless of anything, she carries Sutton blood. She burned the mansion, naturally, her grandfather is angry, finding her would only mean scolding or beating her, no life-threatening danger."

Simon Storm couldn’t listen any longer, turned around and directly left.

Sir Grandfather wasn’t particularly angry, looking at his back, speaking calmly, seemingly a warning:

"Don’t forget your identity, you’re always her uncle."

Simon Storm paused, his expression unchanged:

"What are you worried about? Haven’t I already told you, she has married the second son of Landon Family in Capital City."

Sir Grandfather chuckled softly, but said no more.