I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 162 - 161: A Walking Bounty

Everyone present was shocked. After a moment of silence, the hotel ballroom erupted like a drop of water falling into boiling oil.

"Young Master Landon is actually Elder White’s grandson? Is this real or fake?"

"It was confirmed by Elder White himself, so it can’t be fake."

...

The discussions around Nathan Firth went unheard, as his gaze was solely fixated on Durrell Landon.

His hands clenched tightly by his side, restraining himself from throwing a punch.

Durrell seemed completely unfazed by becoming the center of attention. He simply sat down leisurely in the seat assigned to him by Elder White, picked up a wine glass, and gently swirled the red liquid within it.

His gaze swept over the doubtful Alexander Skylane, the restrained Nathan Firth, and the others present. He scanned everyone in attendance but did not find the figure he wanted to see.

He couldn’t help but feel a sense of disappointment, yet he had an inexplicable intuition that she would definitely appear.

Elder White glanced at Durrell sitting next to him, his mood obviously not too good.

He knew very well what his grandson was looking for, but he was certain that Durrell would be disappointed.

In fact, he wished Quiana Sutton wouldn’t show up, which was his expectation.

After all, his intention was merely to introduce Durrell at Old Man Sutton’s birthday banquet.

Gradually, almost all the guests arrived, even Thomas Grant, who was notoriously elusive, made an appearance.

Young Master Grant was impeccably dressed, but a couple of buttons on his shirt remained undone beneath his suit, lending him an air of casualness.

With a smile on his face, he presented a gift to Old Man Sutton.

"Grandfather Sutton, this is a birthday gift for you."

Old Man Sutton opened it to reveal a rare piece of jade, specially nurtured with traditional medicine, capable of prolonging life.

He said blandly, "You really are considerate."

Thomas Grant shrugged unreservedly, "After all, everyone knows I have health issues, so naturally, I’ve researched ways to maintain my well-being."

The butler invited Thomas to take his seat, which was coincidentally right next to Durrell Landon. The smile on his face widened slightly:

"Young Master Landon, long time no see."

After speaking, he glanced around, "You seem particularly well-dressed today, almost unrecognizable from when I last saw you in the hospital."

Durrell leisurely put down his wine glass, casually picked up another glass of champagne, and placed it in front of Thomas Grant, speaking unhurriedly, "Young Master Grant looks more pleasing when he’s silent."

Thomas Grant: "..."

He paused for a moment, then quickly laughed, realizing he had forgotten that Durrell Landon was no saint, and his tongue was as sharp as ever.

With most of the guests seated, Old Man Sutton glanced around; the important figure, Simon Storm, had yet to arrive.

He wasn’t sure if Simon Storm would attend, but sent the invitation to the Storm Family as a matter of formality, fully expecting them not to respond, and thus chose not to wait any longer.

With one hand holding Charlotte Sutton and the other holding Nathan Firth, he smiled broadly, "Today, aside from my birthday banquet, there’s another matter to announce—"

Charlotte Sutton looked full of anticipation, while Nathan Firth appeared disinterested, indifferent to whatever the old man was about to say.

Just as the old man was about to announce their engagement, the hotel door swung open.

A silhouette appeared at the entrance.

This figure was shrouded in shadow, making it hard for everyone to see her features clearly, yet her presence inexplicably commanded everyone’s attention.

Nathan Firth, standing in the center of the hotel, was the first to notice her.

He had known she would definitely come.

Uncontrollably, his lips curled a little wider.

Seeing Quiana Sutton, Old Man Sutton and Charlotte Sutton both visibly darkened in expression.

The crowd stood dumbfounded, watching the woman emerge from the shadows. Her elegant beauty was akin to peonies veiled in mist, undeniably stunning, yet her long black hair and black trench coat turned her into a vortex, standing at its center, seemingly drawing all who neared her into oblivion.

Above her hung a massive chandelier, whose bright, soft glow failed entirely to temper the cold aura she exuded.

Her presence was indeed powerful, making it seem like she was the true host of the banquet.

Durrell Landon stared blankly at Quiana Sutton standing not far away; despite them not meeting for just over two months, it felt to him like it had been centuries.

Noticing Durrell Landon’s gaze, Quiana Sutton slowly shifted her eyes, calm and unperturbed, but his reflection was clearly mirrored in her dark pupils.

At this moment, someone suddenly spoke up, "Hey, isn’t that Quiana Sutton?"

"It really is her."

The woman’s presence was so commanding that the crowd took a moment to react, but once they recognized her, the way they looked at her was as if she were a walking billion-dollar bounty.

"We’ve searched everywhere and couldn’t find her, and here she is delivering herself to us."

"What do you think she did to offend the Sutton Family, making the old man offer a billion-dollar reward for her capture?"

The reasons weren’t specified in the bounty, leaving the crowd quite curious about what she had done.

Despite the curiosity, the predominant thought was to capture her.

Everyone was eager, as a billion-dollar bounty was no small number. Even those who didn’t desire the money longed to earn the Sutton Family’s favor, a rare opportunity. An unsettling restlessness swept over the room, yet no one dared to make the first move.

Charlotte Sutton glared at the figure before her, filled with bitterness and envy. Why did Quiana’s mere presence draw everyone’s attention?

The main characters of today’s banquet were supposed to be her grandfather, herself, and Nathan Firth.

The old man, too, frowned, unable to comprehend how she still dared to show up in front of him.

He voiced his displeasure, "Security, aren’t you going to take her away?"

The guards, who had been in a daze, finally came to their senses and prepared to escort her out. At this moment, a voice interjected—

"Wait..."

The voice, though soft, carried an authoritative power that left the guards instinctively frozen in place.

Simon Storm was indeed well-known, though he rarely appeared before the public.

His sudden presence at the banquet shocked everyone further.

But what truly astonished them was Quiana Sutton calling out, "Uncle..."

The voice wasn’t loud but was clear and sharp, so that almost everyone present could hear it.

Confusion spread across everyone’s faces.

"Wait, what’s going on? Isn’t Simon Storm’s niece supposed to be Charlotte Sutton?"

Everyone knew that back then, the Sutton and Storm families had an arranged marriage, rising to the top of the four great families, and had two lovely children.

One was a boy, Elliot Sutton, and the other a girl, Charlotte Sutton.

Why did Quiana Sutton call Simon Storm ’Uncle’?

The crowd instinctively glanced between Charlotte Sutton, standing beside the old man, and Quiana Sutton, standing by Simon Storm’s side.