I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 161 - 160: Birthday Banquet

Alexander Skylane came to The Church to find Simon Storm, hoping to inquire about any news regarding Quiana Sutton.

The Skylane Estate’s intelligence network had been searching for days without any information.

He occasionally pondered whether the intelligence network was ineffective or if his father was deliberately withholding news.

After much consideration, the only person who could help him now was Simon Storm.

Unexpectedly, he saw Quiana Sutton here.

Quiana was also surprised to see Alexander Skylane: "What are you doing here?"

"Your grandfather has issued a ten billion bounty, I’m very worried."

Her eyes were dark and somber, "Relax, no one can claim that bounty yet."

Alexander, who had been worried about Quiana, felt even more anxious seeing her in person.

The main issue was the stark difference between her current demeanor and the memory he held of her.

The former was rebellious, but now she was gloomy enough to send chills down one’s spine, even when she looked at someone calmly and silently.

Simon Storm naturally noticed her change as well, frowning slightly, "You..."

She, however, seemingly unconcerned, directly stated:

"Uncle, I’m here today hoping you can take me to my grandfather’s birthday banquet."

Alexander Skylane was immediately anxious, disregarding her change, he quickly said:

"But your grandfather has just issued a global wanted order, wouldn’t attending his birthday banquet be walking right into a trap?"

She chuckled lightly, the smile not reaching her eyes:

"That’s why I need Uncle’s help, appearing as Simon Storm’s niece. I just want to see what my grandfather will do in front of all those guests."

Simon Storm understood what she intended to do, "Alright, I promise you."

Regardless of anything, she had Sutton blood running through her veins; even if her grandfather was displeased with her, it couldn’t change this fact.

Seeing she was about to leave, Simon Storm quickly suggested, "How about staying at The Church for a while?"

Without turning back, she waved her hand, "I’d rather not be an eyesore to my grandfather. I’ll find you on his eightieth birthday."

After saying that, she left abruptly.

Her appearance moments ago felt like a dream, discovering it was all an illusion upon waking.

Originally, Alexander Skylane didn’t intend to attend Elder Sutton’s birthday banquet, but he changed his mind now.

He resolved to attend this banquet.

...

Time passed to the night before the banquet.

Charlotte Sutton’s arm injury had mostly healed, though still showed faint scars; lacking time for cosmetic treatment, she could only use foundation to temporarily cover them.

The Sutton Estate villa had been burned down, forcing Elder Sutton and Charlotte to temporarily stay at Everstar Pavilion.

The owner of Everstar Pavilion was Nathan Firth, even Elder Sutton felt somewhat unnatural staying there, let alone Charlotte.

During dinner, Elder Sutton tentatively spoke, "Nathan, I plan to announce your marriage to Phoebe at tomorrow’s banquet, what do you think?"

Nathan’s hand paused briefly, showing neither happiness nor anger, he casually replied, "I’ll follow grandfather’s arrangements."

Since being brought from the slums by her grandfather, she had lived a life of luxury without any suffering.

But in just this short month, she had endured both physical and mental torment.

Particularly, Nathan hadn’t visited her in the hospital even once; she felt somewhat resentful towards Nathan, and hearing him agree to marry her unexpectedly filled her with confusion.

Did Nathan Firth truly like her?

Upon meeting his seemingly mocking yet restrained gaze, she reaffirmed her determination.

She planned to cooperate with Vinny Linnel to acquire everything from the Sutton Estate, bringing Nathan crashing down into a mire, wherever and whenever, he would only gaze upon her.

She aimed to become his singular moon.

...

Inside the study.

Nathan randomly picked up a book, flipping through a few pages; under bright lights, his handsome face appeared calm, remarkably so considering his intended marriage announcement the next day.

Nova hesitated as she spoke while standing beside him:

"Master, are you really going to marry Miss Sutton tomorrow?"

Nathan didn’t even lift his head, "The banquet tomorrow might not even proceed, let alone announce my marriage to her."

Nova: "???"

She didn’t quite grasp it.

Seeing her confusion, Nathan set down the book, kindly explained, "She’ll definitely appear tomorrow."

Nova briefly pondered, "Are you referring to the eldest Miss?"

Then she deemed it impossible, "It can’t be, with a ten billion bounty on her, wouldn’t she hide under such circumstances?"

Nathan chuckled softly, his eyes carrying an indescribable meaning:

"Hence, you’re bound to never become her; given her temperament, she’ll definitely show up."

Nova: "..."

*

The next day.

At the St. Roland Hotel.

Elder Sutton’s eightieth birthday, the guests invited were naturally global elites, aristocrats, and descendants of prestigious families.

Individuals recognizable from TV and magazines were present at the banquet.

At this moment, the hotel doors opened, and three people walked in.

A chorus of chatter arose among the guests.

"That lady must be the legendary Miss Phoebe Sutton, right?"

"The young man is likely the adopted Master Firth from the Sutton Estate?"

Strictly speaking, this was the first real public appearance for Phoebe Sutton and Nathan Firth.

As Elder Sutton was to announce her marriage to Nathan today, she dressed meticulously, styling her long hair, donning a gown, and wearing expensive jewelry, appearing overly matured for just over twenty years old.

Nathan only wore a simple white shirt and black trousers, exuding simplicity that left no fault, perfectly appropriate.

Any additional adornment would merely be belittling him.

The guests’ gaze lingered noticeably more on Nathan Firth, yet their compliments were mainly directed at Phoebe Sutton.

"It’s surprising that Miss Sutton has grown up so much, becoming increasingly beautiful. I recall first meeting her when she was just a ten-year-old child."

"Indeed, girls blossom wonderfully over the teenage years, growing more beautiful."

...

Some guests had seen her once during her tenth birthday banquet, perceiving a change from then, attributing it to maturity over time.

Nathan stood nearby, casually listening, a faint yet genuine smile lingering on his lips, his thoughts inscrutable.

At that moment, Durrell Landon and Elder White entered.

The guests were momentarily stunned.

Elegance and nobility, exactly how you’d describe Master Landon.

Like pure snow on a mountain peak, unyielding, akin to a pine atop a cliff, solitary in its majesty.

His presence overshadowed nearly every man present.

The sole contender seemed to be Master Firth.

Yet, curiosity lingered why Master Landon accompanied Elder White.

At this point, the guests heard Elder White speak calmly: "I’ve come to celebrate with my grandson Julian White—"

The voice wasn’t loud, yet audible to everyone present.

"..."