I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 163 - 162: Childhood Video

The crowd wore expressions as if they had stumbled upon a juicy piece of gossip.

Not hungry, not thirsty, or tired anymore, they widened their eyes, afraid of missing anything.

Mr. Sutton’s face looked a bit unsightly; he hadn’t expected Simon Storm to attend such an occasion, nor had he expected Quiana Sutton to show up at his birthday banquet as though nothing had happened.

He gave a slight signal, which Charlotte Sutton immediately understood, and she nervously stepped forward and called out:

"Uncle——"

She thought Simon Storm, in front of so many people, surely wouldn’t embarrass Grandpa. Little did she know she was completely wrong. Simon Storm, who appeared gentle, was actually quite cold by nature and gave her no face:

"Don’t call me that—a please! I’m not your uncle!"

The crowd: "???"

Mr. Sutton’s face worsened, and seeing the commotion around him, he had no choice but to speak: "Today is my birthday banquet; all matters can wait until after the banquet."

Simon Storm turned his head slightly and looked down at Quiana Sutton standing next to him, then spoke softly: "Let’s take our seats first."

She lightly brushed the hair off her forehead and replied calmly: "Okay."

Everyone gazed eagerly as Simon Storm and Quiana Sutton took their seats at the main table.

They weren’t interested in attending the birthday banquet now; they just wanted to know what this juicy gossip was about.

Originally, Mr. Sutton was to announce the engagement of Nathan Firth and Charlotte, but Simon Storm’s interruption caused him to forget all about it.

Charlotte bit her lip and unwillingly took her seat.

The whispers around her, piercing her ears, made her even more furious with Quiana Sutton.

"Don’t you think that Quiana Sutton resembles the eldest Miss of the Sutton family more than Miss Charlotte?" 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"I think so too. Quiana Sutton doesn’t have any adornments, and her clothes look quite ordinary, but just sitting there, you can feel the difference."

A strong presence, a nonchalant expression, as if whatever you did was futile in front of her.

In contrast, Miss Charlotte seemed too deliberate, lowering herself too much, making even the most expensive clothes and jewelry appear cheap.

Mr. Sutton, looking at Quiana Sutton seated across from him, was both fond and resentful, his gaze deep and cold: "You have a lot of nerve, showing up here all by yourself. Do you really think that Simon Storm alone could ensure your safety if I were to truly lose my temper?"

Quiana Sutton leaned back slightly, showing no regard for the old man’s threat. Her demeanor was calm and composed, indicating that she wasn’t intimidated by anyone present, even if she faced them alone.

Facing the old man’s stare, she kept her soft smile, her gaze icy: "Grandpa, do you want to test what you’ve cultivated in me all these years?"

"You..."

Not wanting to be made a joke of in front of so many people, the old man grudgingly held his tongue.

At this sight, a slight, cold laugh curled from her lips.

Nathan Firth, from start to finish, didn’t speak, his gaze drifting between Quiana Sutton, Simon Storm, and finally landing on Durrell Landon.

At this time, Charlotte walked to Simon Storm’s side, having learned her lesson, and humbly said without calling him uncle: "Mr. Storm, today is Grandpa’s birthday—may I toast to you?"

Simon Storm did not take the wine glass, nor did he even glance at her.

The old man was displeased, "Simon, since you’ve come to my birthday banquet, what’s the harm in having a drink?"

After all, Simon Storm was a junior at his birthday banquet; such disrespect irritated the old man.

Simon Storm glanced at the old man indifferently, as if fearing he’d turn the birthday banquet into a funeral if too angry, and finally took the wine glass and sipped it.

When Simon Storm drank it, an unnoticed, smug smile appeared on the edge of Charlotte’s lips.

Despite the gossip eating away at the scene, the atmosphere at this dinner was incredibly tense.

The main table looked ready to explode, and this invisible pressure spread to the other guests, preventing them from feeling too relaxed.

After placing the wine glass down, Simon Storm smiled slightly, "Mr. Sutton, I have a birthday gift I’d like to give you."

Seeing that Simon Storm wanted to give him a birthday gift, the old man showed interest: "I wonder what gift Mr. Storm wants to give me?"

Simon Storm remained mysteriously elusive: "You’ll find out in a moment."

Then he turned on the hotel’s projector and played a video.

The video was from her tenth birthday, shot by him, which he’d never shown publicly before.

In the video, her gaze was still defiant, but unlike the world-weary look now, it was more pure and clear, as she was pampered, she had the confidence, and even now, her defiance remained due to her naturally ingrained pride and competence.

Durrell Landon stared at the footage, momentarily entranced.

Memory seemed to transport him back to the snowy night when she was like the brightest sun, bringing hope in a time of coldness and death.

At this moment, the crowd realized that Quiana Sutton looked identical to Eleanor Storm, the Sutton family’s young lady, whereas Charlotte did not resemble anyone in the Sutton family.

Looking at the video, Quiana Sutton suddenly felt a twinge of pain in her heart. Though she didn’t feel much herself, she sensed that this was a deep-seated pain spreading from another version of her.

She hadn’t expected Simon Storm to have this video; she was prepared with a DNA proof, but now it seemed unnecessary.

After all, anyone with eyes could see how much she looked like her mother.

The crowd couldn’t help but start whispering, rumors and gossip flying.

The most speculated was about a wealthy family confusing biological for non-biological children.

However, some couldn’t understand how such a mistake could occur after ten years.

While people didn’t know what had happened, one thing was certain: Charlotte was definitely not the Sutton family’s legitimate eldest daughter.

Amid mocking glances from the crowd, Charlotte was abruptly reminded of her days in the slums when she was despised by everyone and had to live a vagrant life. She fought so hard to live as the young lady and absolutely didn’t want to return to that life.

She wanted to cover her eyes and ears, to avoid seeing and hearing, but those gazes and voices, like curses, kept drilling into her brain.

She stumbled back a few steps, suddenly screamed, and fled the banquet scene as if escaping.