I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 168 - 167: Love Stronger Than Gold

The storm in his heart raged for a while, yet his expression remained determined and stubborn: "Oliver, I can manage not to disturb her, but I need to know exactly where she is. Tell me, where did you send her?"

Oliver Gale let out a deep sigh and finally replied helplessly: "I sent her to the airport; I estimate she’s headed to Scavilla City."

Durrell Landon asked puzzled: "If she wants to go to Scavilla City, wouldn’t it be easier for her to stay beside Simon Storm? Why act alone?"

Oliver Gale covered his face; Durrell Landon hit a little too hard, it was quite painful.

He instructed the butler to bring him a few ice packs.

Before he could speak, he heard Durrell Landon make a decision: "I want to return to The Raven."

Oliver Gale: "..."

...

After returning to Night Phoenix, Quiana Sutton didn’t rest, but instead called Clara Hale over to give instructions: "From now on, Night Phoenix members are not allowed to have conflicts with The Church and The Raven."

Clara Hale: "???"

He knew the Holy Father of The Church was the boss’s uncle, but why forbid conflicts with The Raven?

Quiana Sutton seemed to read Clara Hale’s doubts and explained simply: "The leader of The Raven is Durrell Landon."

Clara Hale: "..."

His crow mouth prediction came true; Durrell Landon is really the leader of The Raven.

Then he smiled mischievously: "Boss, maybe you should sweet-talk Mr. Landon and merge The Raven into Night Phoenix."

If the uncle shows a bit more kindness, perhaps he’ll hand over The Church as well.

My goodness, if the entire Scavilla City belonged to the boss, who would dare offend her?

The thought is thrilling.

No need to ask; Quiana Sutton knew what Clara Hale was thinking, and she coldly spat out a word: "Get——"

Clara Hale: "..."

In fact, he felt that this beautiful dream wasn’t entirely impossible.

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At Raven Headquarters.

Durrell Landon stood by the window; the window was open. It was deep winter, and soon his hair became damp with moisture. After a while, his hair stiffened, almost freezing upon closer inspection.

Charles Foote entered the room and saw Durrell Landon standing there like a sculpture.

He helplessly walked forward and closed the window: "Trying to freeze yourself into a mourning stone?"

He was simply unable to sleep and wanted some fresh air, glancing at Charles Foote.

"So late, why haven’t you rested?"

Charles Foote threw a pile of documents to Durrell Landon, a smile appearing on his lips: "Naturally, I’m here to show you something interesting."

Durrell Landon opened and skimmed through a few pages.

Mostly comprised of events that occurred at The Raven in the past two months.

Originally, Night Phoenix was very low-key, but two months ago, its style suddenly changed, having numerous conflicts with The Raven, even pushing The Raven’s people north of Qintell.

Two months...

Thinking about her acting alone, and no matter what, he couldn’t trace her whereabouts.

Suddenly, he had a thought.

There must be complex connections between her and Night Phoenix.

"Knight Tamworth, tomorrow find a way to capture someone from Night Phoenix."

Charles Foote: "..."

Though he had long guessed Durrell Landon would recover, the speed was somewhat astonishing.

Indeed, Quiana Sutton was better than any spiritual pill.

...

The next day.

Clara Hale walked on the street, hardly having time to resist, and was knocked out and dragged into a car.

Aaron was quite excited; previously, the master instructed them to be low-key and avoid causing trouble, and how unexpected it was for such a day to come when the boss personally brought him to capture Night Phoenix’s second-in-command.

"Master, are we going to swallow Night Phoenix too?"

This tripartite situation has annoyed him for long; The Church is too complex and old to touch, while Night Phoenix was founded amidst their conflicts, he’s been displeased with it for quite a while.

Charles Foote silently glanced at Durrell Landon, sitting beside him without a word, laughing quietly before saying to Aaron:

"Your wish might not be fulfilled; maybe you’ll even have to pray that The Raven won’t be gobbled up by Night Phoenix."

Aaron: "???"

Upon returning to headquarters, Clara Hale was still unconscious. Durrell Landon signaled his men to tie him up, take a few photos, and send them into Night Phoenix.

Quiana Sutton woke up not long after, was about to have breakfast, but noticed an envelope on the table. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Before opening, she casually asked: "Who sent this letter?"

The people around shook their heads.

She paused, still opened the letter.

Inside was a piece of paper and a letter.

The photos showed Clara Hale tied in various positions, and the letter contained only three words—Durrell Landon, along with The Raven’s seal.

After reading, she tossed the photos aside, slightly angered: "That idiot."

Durrell Landon evidently knew Night Phoenix was hers, wrote nothing but captured Clara Hale, clearly trying to force her appearance.

Originally wanting to have breakfast, she lost her appetite.

...

Clara Hale awoke to find himself tightly bound, unable to struggle free.

He wanted to curse.

He was walking nicely down the street, but they knocked him out, although brawls are legal in Scavilla Future City, pulling this kind of sneaky act is too much.

Couldn’t help but start swearing: "Which idiot dared to bind me? Believe it or not, my boss will destroy you."

Suddenly, a voice echoed in the quiet room: "Oh? How does your boss plan to destroy me?"

Clara Hale stiffly turned around and saw Durrell Landon with his legs up, casually seated on the sofa, exuding a laid-back yet imposing presence.

Clara Hale stutteringly spoke: "You... you... you are Durrell Landon?"

This face was too striking; he recognized it immediately.

In the next moment, he flashed a smile: "Mr. Landon, we’re family, my master is your wife, kidnapping me isn’t quite appropriate?"

Charles Foote on the side: "..."

This is lacking bounds, isn’t it? Night Phoenix’s second-in-command with no spine like this?

Durrell Landon’s face showed no reaction, yet a few bars of significance accompanied his smile: "Sadly, your boss wanted nothing to do with me; since we have no ties now, how can we say we’re family?"

Clara Hale: "..."

Damn, what is this? Couples fight, and outsiders suffer?

Is he the unlucky one here?

He spoke with a forlorn face: "My master is deeply devoted to you, Mr. Landon, how could she not want you? This must be a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."

Durrell Landon laughed looking at Clara Hale: "She’s deeply devoted to me?"

"Yes, yes! My master is deeply affectionate towards you, Mr. Landon, her love is everlasting, even unto death; without you by her side, she can’t eat or sleep..."