I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 171 - 170: Betting with Life

The next day.

Quiana Sutton got up, washed and came to the dining table. Sitting across from her was Durrell Landon, his expression indifferent and his tone unreadable: "Breakfast time is 7:30. Now it’s already 8:00. I’ve been waiting for you for half an hour."

She pulled out a chair to sit down, speaking with a cool air: "If you don’t want to wait, you don’t have to."

She glanced at the breakfast on the table, which was mostly the food she used to love.

"I don’t like any of these anymore. I want to change a few things." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Durrell Landon frowned but still instructed the kitchen to redo it according to her current preferences.

Durrell noticed that everything she chose was exactly what she used to dislike, as if she wanted to sever ties with the past completely, causing a sharp pain in his heart.

After eating, she went to the shooting range to practice shooting while Durrell was lost in heavy thoughts.

He glanced at Charles Foote who was sitting not far from him,

"Knight Tamworth, it’s only because I got injured that her secondary personality fully awakened. Do you think if I were gravely injured again, she would come back?"

Charles Foote, knowing Durrell Landon well, understood that by saying this, he was contemplating risking his life again.

He hurriedly spoke: "You mustn’t do anything reckless. Last time, Oliver barely managed to save you after you got shot. If you get seriously injured again, who knows what will happen."

Durrell seemed a bit despondent, leaning on the chair, gazing at the ceiling, as if speaking of something mundane:

"But, if she can’t come back, living doesn’t mean much to me either."

Charles Foote: "..."

He knew how important Quiana was to Durrell Landon, but didn’t expect her importance to reach this level.

To Durrell Landon, is Quiana his life?

If one loses their life, can they still go on?

But things weren’t irrevocably dire yet, and he wanted to persuade Durrell once more, "Durrell, you were shot last time only because the opponent ambushed you. She is aware of your abilities. If the act is too obvious, she might suspect."

Durrell looked at Charles Foote, then gave a faint smile: "In this world, the one who wants to kill me most, and has the capability to do so, doesn’t a person come to mind?"

Charles Foote felt a twitch between his brows.

"Are you talking about Nathan Firth?"

Durrell Landon nodded.

Charles Foote stared at Durrell in disbelief: "Insane, truly insane..."

To bring her back, he is willing to risk his own life.

Wouldn’t falling into Nathan Firth’s hands mean certain death?

Durrell said nothing, just smiled lightly, yet the depths of his eyes remained unmoved.

*

Shooting range.

Rumors always spread fastest. Yesterday, as soon as Quiana Sutton moved into The Raven, practically everyone there knew.

Everyone was curious about what the master’s wife was like, and now as she came to shoot, the range was crowded.

Everyone looked nonchalant, but their eyes all landed on her.

No matter being praised or criticized, it was like a gentle breeze to her.

"Is that the master’s wife? She looks familiar to me."

"You wouldn’t know unless you follow celebrities. She’s acted in a movie with the master before, that movie’s called ’Phoenix Road,’ and it’ll probably be released in a few months."

"So it’s her, no wonder she looked so familiar. But I didn’t expect her shooting skills to be this good."

Since she entered the range, almost no shots were missed, practically all hit the bullseye.

Suddenly, her phone rang abruptly, causing her to momentarily lose focus and miss a shot.

Her expression remained unchanged. She set down the gun and pulled out her phone from her pocket.

She glanced at it and found it was Alexander Skylane calling. She hesitated but eventually pressed the answer button.

"Alexander Skylane—"

"It’s me."

The familiar voice trembled in her ears, and Quiana’s gaze instantly condensed into a palpable killing intent, her voice seemingly wrapped in frost:

"Why is Alexander Skylane’s phone with you?"

Upon hearing this, Nathan Firth chuckled softly, his laughter was gentle and refined, yet his voice instilled a chilling sensation from within:

"Of course, because he is now my prisoner. If you want to save him, hurry back. Otherwise, do you think he can withstand a few rounds in the Hall of Justice within the Dark Hall?"

After speaking, he hung up before she could respond.

Tied on the side, Alexander Skylane had his mouth tightly gagged and couldn’t make a sound, and could only glare at Nathan Firth. If looks could kill, Nathan Firth would have died a thousand deaths already.

Yet Nathan Firth relished this desperate struggle in vain, even seeming a bit excited:

"Your father warned you long ago, to stay away from me, and her too. But you didn’t listen, as you insisted on digging for her whereabouts. Now, I have no choice but to let you face some consequences."

After saying this, he signaled Northmount to take him away.

"For today, lock him in the dungeon. If she doesn’t show up, he’ll face one punishment a day."

Northmount felt a bit sympathetic towards Alexander Skylane, but no matter how sympathetic, he would never betray his master: "Yes."

After Quiana hung up the phone, the hand holding the phone tightened continuously.

The onlookers felt a sudden chill, as if the surrounding air cooled instantly, with a silent killing intent enveloping the shooting range.

She gently murmured three words: "Nathan Firth..."

...

Inside the study.

Aaron hurriedly came to find Durrell Landon, rushing so fast he was still panting:

"Master, something’s happened."

Durrell Landon looked up at him: "What’s happened?"

Aaron took a deep breath: "Madam, Madam went to the international airport."

Hearing that Quiana went to the airport, Durrell quickly stood up, "Let’s go, to the international airport."

Before Quiana boarded, Durrell found her and pulled her back:

"Where are you going?"

She wore sunglasses that covered most of her face, concealing her expression, only her cold voice was audible: "Back to Sutton Estate, to save Alexander Skylane."

"What happened to Alexander Skylane?"

She replied succinctly: "He’s captured by Nathan Firth and locked in the Dark Hall."

Upon hearing Nathan Firth’s name, his prior gentle gaze turned dark momentarily, but then a fleeting smile dissipated from his lips.

"If you return just like that, isn’t it falling into their trap? Why not we discuss how to rescue Alexander Skylane."

Quiana looked at him with suspicion: "You want to help me rescue Alexander Skylane?"

"Of course."

"Are you that magnanimous?"

Risking life to save a rival, isn’t he magnanimous? Yet he knows, even if Quiana doesn’t love Alexander Skylane, she won’t let him truly fall into Nathan Firth’s hands.

He showed a harmless smile: "I just don’t want her to be sad, nor do I want her to be harmed, that’s all, no other intentions."