I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 96: The Calm Before the Storm

After hanging up, Durrell Landon walked over to Quiana Sutton, wrapping his arms around her from behind: "I’m heading back to the old house. I probably won’t be able to make it back to the hotel tonight. Be careful, okay?"

Quiana Sutton waved him off, not bothering much: "Go ahead."

Seeing how utterly unconcerned Quiana was, Durrell gave her a light pinch on the soft flesh of her waist. She shivered all over, quickly turned around, and gave him a peck on the cheek: "I promise I’ll be careful."

This half-hearted attitude of hers—well, what could he do about it...

Forget it.

He’d just have to send a few people to watch the hotel.

...

Landon Family Old House.

The place was brightly lit, like broad daylight.

The old man and Zeke Landon sat in the living room, waiting for him.

He walked in at an unhurried pace and sat down wherever he pleased.

The old man was about to flare up, but Zeke Landon quickly stopped him.

"Grandpa, business comes first."

Zeke Landon looked at his little brother and once again felt a headache coming on.

Would this deadlock between Durrell and the Landon Family really end only in utter destruction?

Even now, he couldn’t understand why Durrell insisted on marrying Quiana, who had nothing.

Was it really just to defy the Landon Family?

"Durrell, the reason we called you back is something very important."

Durrell’s tone was flat: "If you’re going to talk to me about divorcing Quiana and getting together with Evelyn Windsor, then don’t bother."

The old man was furious, even somewhat overbearing: "What’s wrong with Chloe Cloud? You used to like her, didn’t you? Didn’t you marry Quiana just to get back at me? To get back at the Landon Family? To get back at Chloe?"

Durrell’s face was emotionless. He’d heard these words a thousand times; he was numb to them by now.

He spoke lightly, laced with a hint of sarcasm: "Grandpa, I think you got it all wrong. It’s not that I liked Evelyn Windsor. It’s that you liked her—or more accurately, you liked the sense of security she brought."

The old man’s face darkened: "What do you mean by that?"

Durrell shot the old man a cool glance, his voice indifferent, nearly detached: "Haven’t I made myself clear enough? And you still don’t get it, Grandpa?"

He stood up a little and continued: "Isn’t it just that Grandpa’s worried if I marry some other heiress, I’ll compete with my brother for Universal Corporation? Evelyn Windsor, all name but no true status, fits your standards perfectly."

Zeke Landon stared at Durrell in shock.

It wasn’t that Durrell brought up trying to take over Universal—it was that he’d known Grandpa’s intentions from the start, but never said a word. Not only did he accept it gladly, he even played right along with the act.

Suddenly, Zeke couldn’t help wondering—if Quiana had never appeared, and Evelyn went abroad, would Durrell still have put on a dramatic show of eternal heartbreak and bachelorhood?

The old man caught on instantly, shaking with rage: "Great, very good indeed—you and your father are exactly the same. No, you’re even worse than he was."

The old man seemed deeply rattled; his head began to throb as old memories flashed past his eyes like a film reel.

Zeke hurriedly tried to nurse the old man, and said to Durrell at the same time: "Durrell, say less. We’re not here to talk about your marriage today. We’re here because of Universal Corporation."

Durrell raised his eyelids, toning down the careless smirk on his face:

"What happened to Universal Corporation?"

Zeke Landon: "Part of Universal’s business overseas has come under attack. I need to go abroad and handle it personally. I want to hand domestic affairs over to you for now."

Durrell gave a crooked smile after hearing that: "Aren’t you worried I’ll take Universal from you, big brother?"

"If you can really pull that off, then Universal is yours."

He was only going on a business trip for a few days. By rights, there was no need for Durrell to step in—but Zeke had a vague, uneasy feeling.

He couldn’t help but feel this business trip might turn out badly.

...

...

The next day.

Durrell went to the set and asked the director for a few days off.

"Phoenix Road" was already Universal’s biggest investment, and for years, the crew had never heard Durrell Landon throw his weight around. The director figured Young Master Landon must really have something urgent to do, so he agreed and decided to focus on filming other scenes for now.

Before leaving the set, Durrell deliberately glanced around, but didn’t see Quiana anywhere. He felt a pang of disappointment.

He’d come to the set personally just to catch a glimpse of her.

Not finding her, he could only send her a message:

[I won’t be on set for the next few days. Be extra careful, and if anything comes up, make sure you call me.]

Quiana was doing her makeup in the hotel when she heard her phone chime. She fished it out and saw Durrell’s text about taking time off, frowning slightly.

She quickly replied:

[What’s going on?]

[Nothing much. Big brother’s on a business trip. I’ll be holding the fort at Universal for a few days.]

Quiana suddenly felt a strange sense of unreality.

She’d known Durrell for over three years and this was the first time she’d ever heard him say he was going to Universal Corporation.

...

A week went by just like that.

This week, William Parker had her filming almost exclusively solo scenes. There was so much to shoot that she was too busy and exhausted to even spare a thought for Durrell Landon.

But this kind of grind had its perks: the director was becoming more and more impressed with her.

He’d even started considering her as the female lead for his next film.

After the day’s shoot wrapped, the director was in a good mood. He announced to everyone: "This week’s been tough for all of you. Let’s call it a day early. Go home and get some rest."

As soon as Quiana finished removing her makeup, Joseph Grant and Miranda White showed up looking for her.

The two of them clearly weren’t getting along lately. They glared at each other, huffed, and looked away.

The very next moment, they both blurted out at the same time: "How about dinner together tonight?"

Quiana: "..."

These two had clung to her a lot lately, but the director had gone into hell mode this week—the whole cast was run ragged, and everyone went straight to sleep after a shower at the hotel every night, with no energy left for anything else.

Today, with a rare break, they couldn’t wait to come ask her out.

She pressed her temples, suddenly feeling a headache; lately she seemed to be getting tired pretty easily and only wanted a good rest.

She declined tactfully.

"Sorry, I’ve already made other plans."

Joseph Grant, not ready to give up and surprisingly shameless, pressed: "Who’d you make plans with? Would you mind adding a couple more seats?"

Quiana: "..."

She wanted to say, Seriously, Young Master Grant, is that shamelessness even appropriate? Just then her phone rang—it was Julian Haworth calling.

She frowned. Julian never called for anything good, but she still answered.

"What is it?"

She heard Julian’s voice, gloomy and almost mechanical: "Durrell... something happened to him. His plane broke up at high altitude—his whereabouts are currently unknown."

In that instant, Quiana felt all her senses shut down. Only Julian’s words kept echoing in her mind.