I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 140 - 139: Choice

After a few seconds of silence, she finally spoke, "You ask too many questions."

Julian Haworth: "..."

He seemed to have only asked one question, wasn’t it mostly her asking him questions?

At this moment, she was very calm, so calm it was eerie, like a statue exuding a chill all over.

Not far away, there seemed to be an atmosphere of deadly seriousness, almost as if even the wind could be cut off.

Julian Haworth instinctively swallowed, feeling that today’s event wasn’t something good to join.

Durrell Landon gazed at Nathan Firth standing not far away, a moment of confusion engulfing his heart as complex feelings of love and hate surged.

He took a deep breath and said slowly, "Nathan Firth, I’m giving you a choice: either leave Capital City forever or die here today."

Nathan Firth brushed aside a strand of hair from his forehead, showing no concern for Durrell Landon’s threat, his eyes remained calm and serene: "Durrell Landon, everyone who has threatened me has died."

After speaking, he rubbed his thumb against the fingertips of the other four fingers, a cold smile appearing: "Durrell Landon, today, only one of us is fated to leave this place alive."

Durrell Landon’s eyes darkened; if that was the case, then he only had one choice.

Before Nathan Firth could continue to speak, Durrell Landon started moving, their figures quickly intersected and then separated.

Off to the side, Nova was quite worried, wanting to step forward to help, but was stopped by Lunaria.

"If we make a move, Charles Foote and the others will also act, which will only interfere with the master."

Moreover, more importantly, he finally remembered who Oliver Gale was.

The difference between his usual white lab coat attire and now was so vast that he hadn’t recognized him at first.

Half Shura, half angel, that probably described Oliver Gale.

During the fight with Durrell Landon, Nathan Firth coughed, the sound very low, almost suppressed.

Nova heard this cough clearly, her brow furrowed:

"The master hasn’t recovered from his fever, his strength is much weaker than usual, if this continues, he’ll likely lose."

Just as the words fell, she saw Nathan Firth’s shoulder take a heavy blow, unable to steady himself, he staggered back a few steps.

Seeing this, Nova’s heart leapt into her throat, disregarding everything else, she pulled out a gun, ready to aim at Durrell Landon, only to find someone moved faster than she did, as Oliver Gale’s first shot hit her wrist directly, instantly rendering her wrist powerless, her fingers losing grip, the gun dropping to the ground.

The second shot was aimed at Nathan Firth’s heart.

With a cold and indifferent voice: "I advise you not to act rashly, or the next shot will be at your master’s heart."

The opponent fired too quickly, it happened almost in an instant, even Lunaria didn’t notice.

By the time he realized, Nova was already shot.

He glanced at Nova with displeasure.

"Didn’t I warn you not to act impulsively?"

Nova held her wrist, not daring to speak, she hadn’t imagined Oliver Gale would be so formidable.

Nathan Firth cast a sidelong glance at injured Nova, instantly enraged, his gaze filled with a desire to tear everything apart as he charged in to fight, the surrounding air seemed compressed in an instant.

Durrell Landon and Nathan Firth collided and separated again, it was clear both were injured significantly, but Nathan Firth was evidently more severely hurt.

At this moment, he needed to hold onto the railing beside him just to barely stand, even coughing up blood.

Seeing Nathan Firth actually cough up blood, Nova almost blacked out, about to rush forward no matter what to save him, when she suddenly noticed Quiana Sutton standing silently by, hastily raising her voice:

"Miss, you should know well, if the master dies here today, the old man won’t let you have a good life easily."

Upon hearing Nova’s words, everyone instinctively looked in Quiana Sutton’s direction.

Durrell Landon and Nathan Firth both darkened their gazes.

Feeling everyone’s gaze, Quiana Sutton’s eyes glistened with a hint of coldness: "You don’t have the authority to threaten me with my grandfather."

Despite her words, she still started walking slowly towards Durrell Landon, stopping when she was less than a meter away.

Seeing her action, Charles Foote furrowed his brows deeply: "Could she really be intending to stop Durrell from killing Nathan Firth?"

Oliver Gale, not wearing his glasses at the moment, looked quite sinister, lightly raising the corner of his eyes, smiling sardonically as he spoke:

"Who knows, didn’t you just hear Nathan Firth’s people call that girl ’Miss’? Maybe she really has some special relationship with Nathan Firth."

Quiana Sutton glanced at Nathan Firth with blood seeping from the corner of his lips, her mood complex for a moment.

Especially after knowing the relationship between Durrell Landon and Nathan Firth, her mood grew even more conflicted.

She had always been one to do as she pleased, disliking troublesome matters the most, but if Nathan Firth really died, there would be endless trouble ahead.

She bit her lip and spoke reluctantly: "Durrell Landon, can’t you not kill him?"

She interceded for Nathan Firth, a flash of disappointment passed through Durrell Landon’s eyes.

"Are you that reluctant to see him die?"

No matter if his personality was twisted now, he had once accompanied her the longest, even helping her solve most of her troubles.

"Yes, I can’t watch him die before my eyes. Even if you break his limbs and imprison him, you absolutely can’t kill him."

As the words fell, Durrell Landon’s gaze shifted, "What if I refuse?"

After speaking, he took out a gun and aimed at Nathan Firth’s heart; if he pulled the trigger, Nathan Firth would be gone within seconds.

At this moment, a deep and natural voice wafted over from afar: "Landon boy, before you act, weigh whether you really have the qualification to do so."

Upon hearing this voice, Northmount and Nova’s faces immediately turned from worry to delight, while Quiana Sutton’s expression changed.

Shortly afterward, many people began approaching from afar, almost filling Briarwood Villa, creating a nearly surrounding state.

Julian Haworth hurriedly stood beside Charles Foote out of fright.

Speaking with trepidation: "Who are they?"

Charles Foote looked at Julian Haworth in surprise: "Why are you here?"

Julian Haworth looked conflicted: "Can’t we put aside my situation for now?"

Charles Foote cast him a glance: "Then just stay behind me and protect yourself, make sure you don’t lose your life here."

Julian Haworth: "..."

He didn’t dare refute, and certainly lacked the courage to argue.

After all, his ability really wasn’t up to par.