I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 148 - 147: Far Too Extravagant

The auction’s grand finale was a crown from the last century.

The diamonds embedded in the crown are not only the largest visible on the market currently, but also tinged with a hint of pink.

Whether for its historical value or the intrinsic value of the crown itself, it is worth collecting.

The starting bid is one hundred million.

Carl was determined to win this crown, and she directly bid, "Two hundred million." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Quiana Sutton took a sip of water and lazily called out, "Three hundred million."

Her again?

A shadow briefly passed in Carl’s eyes.

"Five hundred million."

The crown’s actual price is only about two hundred million, and now the bid has reached five hundred million, becoming the highest price for an auction item of the event.

Amid everyone’s astonishment, Quiana Sutton lazily responded, "Seven hundred million."

Carl sat in her chair, suddenly clenching her hands. She had already bought quite a few items at the auction, and if she continued bidding, she wasn’t sure if she had enough money.

She had bet with someone and was determined to win this crown.

She glanced at Thomas Grant sitting next to her, who had not spoken at all, feeling a great frustration, but held back her temper and spoke as gently as possible:

"Mr. Grant, this crown is very important to me. Could you lend me some money? I will repay you as soon as I return to Rio."

Thomas Grant picked up his teacup, skimmed off the foam, as if leisurely discussing ancient and modern matters in a tea house, and casually said, "I think this crown is more suited for my idol."

She was puzzled, "Your idol?"

Thomas Grant pointed to where Quiana Sutton was seated: "I’m quite a die-hard fan of her."

"She’s a star?"

Carl half-heartedly searched for Quiana Sutton, and to her surprise, Quiana Sutton was indeed a celebrity.

She spoke with dissatisfaction and great pride, "She may be your idol, but I’m your fiancée; how can an idol compare to a fiancée?"

Thomas Grant lowered his teacup, a subtle smile in his eyes, "But in my heart, whatever my idol does is right, and don’t forget, you are not yet my fiancée."

Thomas Grant’s words successfully made Carl’s hatred for Quiana Sutton reach a groundbreaking level.

Thomas Grant was hers, and so was the crown.

She wanted to erase any potential mishaps.

Without hesitation, she raised the bid:

"Eight hundred million."

Quiana Sutton’s interest in that crown was actually minimal, but seeing Carl so determined to get it, she deliberately refused to yield it.

Who asked Carl to call her a vixen? She holds grudges.

"One billion."

Everyone at the auction was shocked that this crown had fetched a sky-high price of one billion so far, unsure if the bidding would continue.

Carl unwillingly bit her lip; eight hundred million was already her limit.

But it didn’t matter; she was still going to get the crown.

She sinisterly glanced in Quiana Sutton’s direction and then sent a message.

Thomas Grant roughly saw it through the corner of his eye but said nothing, merely curling his lips.

Ultimately, the final price reached one billion.

The highest sale price at this auction.

Durrell Landon remained indifferent, as if letting her do as she pleased.

Quiana Sutton lightly laughed and glanced at Durrell Landon, "Don’t you mind my extravagance? Spending so much just to win this crown?"

Durrell Landon’s expression remained indifferent: "As long as the lady is happy."

...

After the auction ended, Durrell Landon went to pay for the crown while Quiana Sutton waited for him at the venue. When he returned, she had disappeared.

He swore under his breath, "Damn!"

He had been too presumptuous, thinking that since she was so skilled and in the auction house, nothing could happen, yet she still went missing.

Immediately, a sense of danger overwhelmed his senses.

Without hesitation, he called Charles Foote: "Knight, she’s gone. Locate her position immediately."

Charles Foote: "..."

So much could happen just from a travel endeavor?

Yet he dared not complain before Durrell Landon and immediately located Quiana Sutton’s position, sending the route map to Durrell Landon.

When Durrell Landon arrived, he saw the people there were all marked with terrifying scars, either with broken limbs or deep cuts, filling the alley with the smell of blood.

Yet despite such serious injuries, they seemed entirely unconscious, lying silently on the ground as if peacefully asleep.

Quiana Sutton stood not far away, one hand in her pocket, the other holding something like a phone, her face calm and tranquil, instilling uncontrollable fear.

Durrell Landon slightly furrowed his brow and instinctively called out:

"Cece..."

Quiana Sutton turned around, saw the tall, upright man not far away, and clicked her tongue lightly, "I intended to deactivate the location tracking, yet you arrived so fast. Seems you really do love her."

As soon as Quiana Sutton spoke, Durrell Landon’s face darkened:

"Who are you?"

That familiar face, yet such a strange look in her eyes, he found it impossible to reconcile the person before him with the Quiana Sutton he knew.

This unfamiliar gaze faintly evoked a sense of familiarity, as if seen somewhere, yet he couldn’t connect it with any memory faces.

Quiana Sutton raised her eyebrows and smiled, her voice extraordinarily gentle: "Am I not the woman you love most?"

As soon as she spoke, Durrell Landon pinned her against the wall by her neck: "I’m giving you another chance. Who are you really? Where is she?"

Her eyes were filled with endless ridicule, "You truly can’t bear to hurt me?"

The hand around her neck, he wanted to squeeze but found at that moment, as if his reason flew away, the hand couldn’t obey his command.

Unable to harm her, nor let her leave just like that.

"I can’t bear to hurt you, but that doesn’t mean others won’t."

Quiana Sutton gazed at Durrell Landon, pinned by him, yet carrying an innate grace and composure.

"No wonder she would love you and resist my presence."

She regretfully added, "If she didn’t love you, I probably would have long taken control of her body forcefully."

Durrell Landon felt a sudden panic: "You’re her secondary personality?"

"Yes." She wasn’t concealing it.

The group suddenly entered, using a drug to temporarily knock her out, then brought her here; yet her constitution was rather unique, awoke early, and at that moment, she was in a state of unconsciousness, seizing control upon waking.