I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 90: People Who Are Too Complicated Rarely Love Purely

Chapter 90: Chapter 90: People Who Are Too Complicated Rarely Love Purely

Lantine Hotel.

Today was supposed to be a gathering for the film crew. Since Simon Storm was taking a guest role, William Parker also invited him. However, unexpectedly, Nathan Firth shamelessly decided to join as well.

When William Parker saw Nathan Firth appear at the banquet, he was slightly surprised. The words of refusal swirled in his throat but were suppressed by a commanding look from Nathan, making him unable to speak.

"What? Director Parker doesn’t welcome me?"

William Parker snapped back to reality and quickly replied, "Not at all, it’s an honor."

After speaking, he lowered his head and murmured softly, "As long as you don’t feel awkward yourself."

...

As the leading male and female, it was inevitable for them to sit together.

Quiana Sutton sat with Durrell Landon on her left and Simon Storm on her right, while Nathan Firth sat opposite her.

In Nathan Firth’s eyes, Quiana Sutton was always in a state of vigilance, not just physically but also mentally. She wouldn’t trust anyone easily. Although she wasn’t interacting directly with Durrell Landon, the occasional glance between them clearly conveyed that Quiana trusted Durrell.

Such trust was something he once had too, but now it had long vanished.

The mere thought of this fact made his heart feel as though it were being consumed by thousands of ants, a pain so intense it almost numbed him.

He heavily placed his glass down, and when he looked at everyone, there was an eerie gust.

Even William Parker, who was talking, paused for a moment. He instinctively looked at Nathan Firth, "Mr. Firth, are you alright?"

Nathan Firth stood up slowly, seemingly suppressing something, "Sorry, I have to leave for now."

William Parker didn’t urge him to stay.

Once Nathan Firth left the Lantine Hotel, the fury he was suppressing instantly erupted. He made a phone call—

"Start the plan."

...

After Nathan Firth’s departure, the atmosphere at the table got a bit livelier, but since everyone was meeting for the first time, the liveliness had its limits, even cautiously fragile.

Undoubtedly, the most eye-catching persons present were Durrell Landon and Simon Storm.

But of most interest to everyone was Durrell Landon.

Though Durrell Landon had been famous for a while, he never attended such gatherings, usually leaving once filming concluded.

He was the second master of the Landon Family, and no one dared to really pressure him into attending gatherings.

Today, attending this gathering gave everyone a feeling of being esteemed unexpectedly.

Of course, this excluded Simon Storm.

Simon Storm glanced at Durrell Landon sitting beside him from the corner of his eye. He had to admit Durrell was special, a presence noticed instantly, not just for his looks but for his unfathomable depth.

His face showed no expression, yet his eyes were obscure, even the brightest light couldn’t penetrate them, hiding numerous matters.

A mind too complicated often lacks pure emotions.

And what she needed was precisely the purest emotions.

As her uncle, he instinctively opposed her being with Durrell Landon.

He bypassed Quiana Sutton and poured a drink for Durrell Landon, "Master Landon, pleasure to meet you, shall we have a drink?"

A simple statement somehow carriers a hint of gunpowder to the ears of others.

Everyone instinctively watched Durrell Landon.

Durrell Landon lazily raised his eyelids, glanced at Simon Storm, took the cup, and drank it down.

After Durrell Landon finished, Simon Storm poured him another glass.

Everyone wondered if this Mr. Storm had a vendetta against Master Landon, persistently offering him drinks.

Everyone knew the young master of the Landon Family most disliked being urged to drink by others, yet Mr. Storm had poured him five glasses in a row, and Master Landon had surprisingly finished them all.

A moment of mutual bewilderment—who was this Mr. Storm with such prestige?

Unknowingly, Durrell Landon had already consumed two bottles of alcohol.

Though it wasn’t strong liquor, for someone who normally didn’t drink much, two bottles were enough to induce drunkenness.

Quiana Sutton noticed this and hurriedly stopped her uncle.

She spoke softly, "Uncle, if you still want to drink, I’ll drink with you."

Simon Storm gave her a calm look, with a touch of ambiguity, "What? You feel sorry for him now?"

For the first time, she felt slightly displeased with Simon Storm, "Uncle—"

Simon Storm set down the bottle and didn’t continue pouring drinks for Durrell Landon.

William Parker, seeing Durrell Landon’s wobbly state, seemed like he’d collapse at any moment, instantly felt tense.

If anything happened to Master Landon in the crew, as director, he couldn’t shirk responsibility.

He walked to Durrell Landon’s side, carefully speaking:

"Master Landon, I’ll escort you to your room to rest."

Durrell Landon struggled to stand up, before leaving, briefly glanced in Quiana’s direction:

"No need." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

William Parker felt uneasy but followed Durrell Landon anyway.

"Everyone, please enjoy, I’ll escort Master Landon to his room and return."

After Durrell Landon and the ’demon director’ left, the atmosphere there brightened considerably.

Joseph Grant cheerfully took Durrell Landon’s former seat.

"Miss Sutton, I toast to you. You saved me last time, and I wanted to invite you to dinner, but you always refused. Let me take this opportunity to properly thank you in the director’s party."

Quiana Sutton glanced at him calmly, "You’ve already given me a million as thanks, so don’t worry about it."

Joseph Grant spoke with righteous conviction like a passionate youth, "No way, saving a life is like building a pagoda, how can I easily forget? The Grant Family always remembers such life-saving grace."

Quiana Sutton: "..."

Joseph Grant’s attitude towards Quiana Sutton was no longer subtle—it was practically ingratiating.

Anyone in their right mind could see Joseph Grant had feelings for Quiana Sutton.

But out of everyone present, there was also one of Joseph Grant’s ex-girlfriends.

Isla Firth, who played a small maid in Celestial Palace, quietly sat next to Miranda White, speaking casually:

"I heard you were Joseph’s girlfriend before?"

Miranda White looked at her calmly, "So what? Everyone knows Joseph’s girlfriends usually don’t last more than three months."

"Yet you were with him for almost a year. I thought you were special." Pausing here, she regretted slightly: "But even if your relationship with Joseph was good, it couldn’t withstand the allure of a vixen."

Indeed...

Quiana Sutton was a vixen.

Not only could she charm but also captivate, making one unable to think of anything else.

She had never seen Joseph Grant acting so ingratiating towards anyone before, with past girlfriends, it was always buying things and sending them to shop.

After the novelty wore off in three months, he’d break up directly.

Leaving no room for return.

Don’t think she didn’t know—the gathering today was just Joseph Grant asking the director team to arrange it.

All that to make sure Quiana Sutton wouldn’t refuse his invitation, he really put a lot of effort into it.