I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 98: Fiancée

Prince Simon stroked the stubble on his chin, looking with interest at the four guests who had arrived.

"Very few people ever come to Yadaga in this world. I wonder, what important matters bring you all here?"

Charles Foote performed an impeccably standard courtly bow.

"Prince Simon, a friend of mine’s plane broke up and crashed near this sea. I want to ask His Highness to send people to help with the search. If His Highness is willing, my friends behind me are prepared to invest ten billion to help build up Yadaga."

Hearing this, Prince Simon raised his eyebrows, his tongue unconsciously licking his lips—ten billion to develop Yadaga...

That was a tempting offer.

Ever since he was sent abroad by his father as a child to study other cultures and their essence, Yadaga Kingdom has seemed ignorant and backward to him. He’s always wanted to reform it, but the chance just never came.

Now, the opportunity was staring him in the face.

He paused, then suddenly pointed at Quiana Sutton, "I can agree to your terms, but she must stay here temporarily."

Quiana frowned slightly, "Is Your Highness planning to keep me as a hostage?"

Simon’s smile widened, "Beautiful lady, you can also think of yourself as a guest at the Yadaga Imperial Palace."

Quiana exchanged a glance with Charles, finally nodding slowly under his deep gaze:

"Alright."

Still, Charles couldn’t rest easy leaving Quiana alone in the Yadaga Royal Palace, so he had Julian Haworth stay behind to watch over her.

He and Oliver Gale went out to search.

...

After Charles Foote and Oliver Gale left, Simon lounged lazily on the sofa, looking at Quiana with a half-smile. "I still don’t know the lady’s name."

Julian Haworth was a bit surprised, "Your Highness speaks Chinese?"

Simon flicked his hair and glanced at Quiana, his voice deep and suave, "I grew up studying abroad, of course I speak Chinese."

After so many years overseas, he’d never seen any woman as beautiful as this one before him—beauty so bold, so uninhibited. The legendary femme fatales must have looked just like her.

She didn’t have to do anything; just a glance was enough to make men yield at her feet.

Yet she was so defiant, an air of proudly keeping people at arms length.

Maybe all men have a fatal flaw—they always want the forbidden fruit precisely because it’s forbidden.

If one could strip away that cold mask from her face, let her show worldly desire only before you, that would be the most beautiful sight in the world.

Simon got up and walked to Quiana’s side, obvious interest in his eyes. "Miss, you haven’t told me your name yet."

Quiana frowned and answered with little emotion, "Quiana Sutton."

Simon silently repeated her name a few times in his heart and laughed, "As I said, Miss Sutton is a guest of Yadaga, not some hostage, so there’s no need to be so stiff."

"Since Your Highness considers us guests, could we go out and see the city?"

She couldn’t really tell what she felt at that moment—just that she couldn’t sit and have tea and chat with Simon like this.

She had to do something else to distract herself.

Simon heard this and straightened his lazy posture. "Since Miss Sutton wants to go out, I’d be honored to be your guide."

As they walked the road outside the palace, Simon, worried that Quiana might not understand the Yadaga language, thoughtfully narrated the local customs in Chinese.

Julian Haworth followed close behind Quiana, not daring to fall a single step behind.

At that moment, a woman with bright, strange colors painted on her face blocked their way. She jabbered at Julian, even started touching him, frightening him so much he quickly hid behind Quiana. His voice trembled, nearly in tears:

"What is she saying?"

Simon couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing.

Julian’s confusion got worse, and the hand clutching Quiana’s sleeve began to shake.

Quiana lowered her eyes, glanced at Julian’s hand tugging her sleeve, and answered calmly:

"She said you’re handsome, and is asking if you’ll go home with her and be her husband."

Julian froze, black lines all over his face.

He had no idea he was so attractive to women. If this was a normal beauty, maybe he’d take it as a lucky encounter—but this woman with wild makeup and odd colors, he’d rather pass.

"Hurry up and tell her I’m already engaged; I can’t go home and be her husband."

After Quiana spoke to the woman, the woman’s expression changed even more strangely as she gave Julian a strange look and quickly backed away, like he was carrying some contagious disease.

Julian stared bewildered at the woman as she made her escape. He was just engaged—did she need to look at him like some freak?

"So, what did you say to her really?"

"Nothing much, just that you weren’t interested in her."

"Really?"

Julian clearly didn’t believe it.

Simon put aside some of his teasing and started to reevaluate Quiana, "I didn’t expect Miss Sutton to understand the Yadaga language—impressive."

Quiana ignored Simon’s gaze. "Yadaga is a branch of the Germanic language. I studied Germanic languages. Yadaga isn’t that hard."

Simon’s first impression of Quiana had been her beauty and defiance; now he saw a touch of cunning and intelligence.

But even more, she was like a riddle—impossible to read or guess.

He suddenly wondered, if he kept her in the Yadaga Palace, would his life become less boring?

The thought made the curve of his lips widen.

He was about to suggest showing them Yadaga’s most famous sights when Quiana got a call from Charles Foote, saying there might be news about Durrell Landon.

Simon couldn’t hear what they said, but he saw Quiana’s uneasy eyes suddenly light up, as if a dark sea had found its guiding lighthouse.

Quiana suppressed her excitement:

"Where are you guys?"

Charles: "Yadaga Hospital."

...

Quiana and her group rushed to the hospital, hurried to the room Charles mentioned, but found no sign of Durrell Landon—just a few doctors and nurses.

She felt a faint sense of unease.

"Charles, where is he?"

Charles: "The hospital director said someone did bring in a very handsome man a few hours ago, but he was taken away not long after. The person who took him even paid the medical bill."

Quiana frowned, pulled out her phone, tapped a photo of Durrell at random, and showed it to the doctor. "Was the man brought in this one?"

The doctor nodded, "That’s him."

"Do you know who took him away?"

"They said it was his fiancée."

Julian Haworth couldn’t follow their conversation, but he saw Quiana’s face suddenly fall dark.

He murmured to Charles Foote:

"What are they saying? Is Durrell in trouble?"

"They said Durrell was taken away by his fiancée."

Julian: "???"

When did Durrell get a fiancée?