I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 160 - 159: Just Want to Be Willful Once

Alexander Skylane could hardly believe his eyes when he saw the bounty notice.

The grandfather was issuing a bounty on his own granddaughter?

He couldn’t figure out this maneuver no matter how hard he tried.

Originally, he intended to use the Skylane Estate’s intelligence network to search for Quiana Sutton’s whereabouts, but he was intercepted by his father halfway.

His father called him and launched into a tirade:

"Do you think you’re a savior? Do you think your mere artistic hands can meddle in the Sutton Estate’s affairs? Stop dreaming."

After hearing this, Alexander’s long eyelashes drooped slightly, covering the subtle light flickering in his dark pupils.

He had always been taught to prioritize Skylane Estate’s interests, no matter the time or place. His father agreed to let him be a jewelry designer only because Aisha Group needed it.

He had never lived for himself.

"Dad, I’m sorry, but will you let me be self-indulgent just this once?"

After saying this, he hung up the phone.

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Veridian Wellness Medical Center.

The old man was saved in time by Nathan Firth and didn’t suffer significant issues, but Charlotte Sutton wasn’t so lucky. A long scar was burned onto her arm, and according to the doctor, it would be a bit challenging to remove it completely without a trace.

The doctor applied medication for her, advising, "Miss, don’t worry. With modern aesthetic medicine being so advanced, scars can always be removed."

She listened to the doctor’s advice expressionlessly, like a porcelain doll with little emotion.

After the doctor left, her face twisted into an unmaskable grimace. She just wanted to know, if today Quiana and the grandfather were both trapped by flames, who would Nathan Firth choose to save?

A slight movement drew out the pain in her arm. Even with medication, the pain did not reduce in the slightest.

With every increase in physical pain, the flames of hatred in her heart burned even stronger, gradually overwhelming all her senses.

The torment she endured today was all thanks to Quiana.

Especially in the deep and quiet nights, the pain worsened, slicing into her heart like a relentless nightmare.

Until one day, an unexpected guest appeared in the hospital.

Charlotte looked at Vinny Linnel, who was disguised as a nurse before her, with a mix of displeasure and indifference.

"Why is it you?"

Vinny sat casually at the edge of the hospital bed, speaking softly, "I’m here to help you, of course."

Charlotte frowned, "I don’t need your help."

Vinny chuckled softly, "No! You do need it! As long as Nathan Firth is in the Sutton Estate, you will never truly obtain everything from it. Don’t you want to truly acquire everything from the Sutton Estate?"

Charlotte bit her lip, of course, she wanted it. Her grandfather naturally showered her with endless affection, but it was clear that he was grooming Nathan Firth as the successor.

Whether it was the Dark Hall or those directors in the group, all looked up to Nathan Firth.

She simply couldn’t get involved.

Noticing that she seemed slightly swayed, Vinny continued, with a touch of temptation, "You love Nathan Firth so much, but does he love you? If you could acquire everything from the Sutton Estate, you could confine him by your side. Over the long years, wouldn’t his eyes and heart only have room for you?"

Charlotte was clearly moved, "What is your plan?"

"With Simon Storm and my support, you can obtain everything from the Sutton Estate."

Simon Storm?!

Charlotte sneered; he was Quiana’s uncle, not hers. How could Simon Storm possibly help her?

"Simon Storm would never help me."

Vinny maintained her calm demeanor, even smoothing the slight wrinkles in her sleeves:

"In ordinary times, Simon Storm wouldn’t help you, but what if you could acquire leverage over him?"

Leverage over Simon Storm?!

Simon Storm was the Holy Father of Scavilla City; how could she attain such leverage?

Charlotte felt she had wasted so much time with Vinny.

She spoke with displeasure, "I need to rest. Leave, or I’ll call someone."

Vinny wasn’t annoyed; she simply handed over the remaining half bottle of medication that Nathan Firth had given her:

"If there isn’t an opportunity, create one yourself. Simon Storm will surely attend the Sutton patriarch’s eightieth birthday."

After saying this, she stood up to leave, but before she pushed the door, she abruptly turned and spoke thoughtfully:

"This is called Three Thousand Entwined Softness; you should have heard of it, right?"

Charlotte was startled; she had indeed heard of the name.

She was still struggling with whether she should do it, but she subconsciously put the bottle of medicine away.

Vinny walked unhurriedly along the hospital corridor, the dim lights reflecting in her eyes, making them even darker.

She could hardly imagine that not only was Quiana not dead, but she was the rightful heir of the Sutton Estate.

No matter how favorably Charlotte was treated now, how could she be sure the Sutton patriarch wouldn’t suddenly come to his senses one day and decide to hand Sutton Group over to Quiana?

She absolutely wouldn’t allow this possibility to come true.

More importantly, the Linnel Group’s cargo had been frequently attacked lately, and investigations pointed to Scavilla City. The only person in Scavilla City daring enough to do this could only be Simon Storm.

Simon Storm wants to keep himself safe, but she won’t let him succeed.

Moreover, the trouble she’s had with videos made her days at the Linnel Family not so easy; the old folks even consider searching for the stray illegitimate child.

Currently, her most important goal is to consolidate her position, so she needs a strong ally. Durrell Landon and Nathan Firth definitely won’t help her, and Thomas Grant has been missing for years, acting too mysteriously and susceptible to counterattacks. After much thought, Charlotte is the most suitable.

She even considers that eventually, if she wants to swallow Sutton Group, it might not be impossible.

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Scavilla City.

Night Phoenix.

Clara Hale saw Quiana Sutton changing into a different outfit, looking as though she was preparing to head out. Curiously, she asked, "Boss, where are you going?"

Quiana Sutton glanced at him with a sidelong look and spoke calmly, "The Church, to find Simon Storm."

Clara Hale: "..."

He trembled slightly,

"Boss, are you finally preparing to confront the Holy Father head-on? Wait, I’ll call Damian Vance. He’s better at these things than I am."

"I’m just going for a chat with my uncle, so there’s no need to bring him along."

Clara Hale: "???"

He felt a bit out of sync with her thoughts, "You mean Simon Storm is your uncle?"

"Is it strange?"

Clara Hale laughed awkwardly a few times. Over the nearly past two months, his worldview had been refreshed almost daily, and he had basically gotten used to it.

If it turns out someday that Durrell Landon is the leader of The Raven, that would be interesting indeed. Scavilla City would then be fully occupied by Quiana Sutton’s entire family.