I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 156 - 155: Night Phoenix

The psychiatrist who helped her with hypnosis back then was considered his mentor. After he graduated, he also helped her with hypnosis a few times, so he was very clear about her condition.

"Young Master Landon, her alter ego has now completely awakened, and hypnosis is no longer possible. The only solution is to integrate the two personalities, but you have to be mentally prepared that she might be a little different than before after the fusion."

Durrell Landon leaned back a bit, closed his eyes, the fine black hair falling over his eyebrows seemed to carry a trace of exhaustion, but he quickly opened his eyes with determination:

"I have only one question. Will her alter ego have the memories of her primary personality?"

"Yes, from another perspective, her alter ego exists to protect her."

"Since her alter ego also has the memories of her primary personality, I believe I will definitely bring back the person she once was."

Ian Donovan suddenly lifted his head, looking at Durrell Landon in shock. He had never expected the second young master of the Landon Family to choose someone so resolutely.

But for Quiana Sutton, being chosen so determinedly, even engraved into the marrow as a life-and-death entanglement, might be slightly pathological to others, but for her, that’s exactly what she needs.

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Flying from the Capital City to the Heavenly Domain, and then back from the Heavenly Domain to the Capital City, after returning to the Capital City, he was continuously busy at Riventon Hospital. Oliver Gale was almost completely exhausted.

Initially intending to return to the villa for a good rest, he hadn’t even pushed open the door when he heard his favorite piano piece - "Moonlight Variations" - coming from inside his villa.

Every pianist has some special techniques of their own, and it was evident that the person playing the piano in his villa was Thomas Grant.

He was already very tired and didn’t want to deal with Thomas Grant, planning to leave to rest at a hotel, but unexpectedly, the door of his villa was opened at this moment.

Then came a teasing voice: "Am I such a ferocious beast? Running away as soon as you see me?"

Oliver Gale stopped in his tracks, turned back, and looked at Thomas Grant indifferently, "Didn’t expect you, Mr. Grant, would enjoy being a housebreaker, intruding into my villa so recklessly."

Thomas Grant acted as if he didn’t hear it, deliberately leaning weakly against the door frame on the side: "I’m injured and made a special trip to find you, the doctor, to bandage me up."

Oliver Gale frowned slightly, "Are you injured? You seem quite fine to me."

Not only had he intruded into his villa recklessly, but he was also playing his piano inside.

Presumably, other things in the villa had also been messed with by him.

Thomas Grant didn’t seem displeased, just lifted his hand slightly and picked up the glasses that Oliver Gale had placed in the front chest pocket, sliding them up the bridge of his nose.

"You aren’t wearing glasses, so you can’t see clearly, I’ll forgive you."

In fact, Oliver Gale had long noticed the bloodstains on the back of Thomas Grant’s hand, but he couldn’t be bothered to care.

Thomas Grant, seeing Oliver Gale remaining silent, laughed lowly, and with an enigmatic gaze, looked at him:

"You’re a doctor, after all, treating and saving people is your duty."

Thomas Grant belonged to the type of person who wouldn’t rest until achieving his goal; Oliver Gale was certain that if he didn’t apply the medicine, Thomas Grant absolutely wouldn’t leave easily.

In the midst of each other’s gaze, he eventually conceded, going inside to get the medical kit to apply medicine on Thomas Grant.

It was just a scratch, not even worthy of being called a wound.

Thomas Grant watched as Oliver Gale applied medicine on him, raising an eyebrow, he knew Oliver Gale was reluctant, but he always had a way to compel Oliver Gale to agree.

After finishing applying the medicine, Oliver Gale adjusted his coat, smiling gently:

"Aren’t you curious about who hit me?"

Oliver Gale casually said, "Not really interested."

Before he could finish, Thomas Grant spoke: "It was Quiana Sutton."

Hearing this name, Oliver Gale suddenly looked up at him, seemingly in disbelief: "Who did you just say?"

Thomas Grant’s slender and smooth fingers lightly caressed the medical kit, speaking with a slight hint of ambiguity:

"She intruded into the Heavenly Domain, killed the Lone Falcon, injured many people, and while wounding those people, she also got quite hurt."

Seeing Oliver Gale’s expression change instantly, his face maintained the same smile,

"I promised you I wouldn’t lay hands on Quiana Sutton and Durrell Landon within these five years, or else I wouldn’t only be slightly injured after she killed the Lone Falcon and wounded me."

Oliver Gale stared at Thomas Grant, who was smiling with a face full of pleasure, and felt a chill run down his spine.

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Scavilla City.

The night had fallen, and a gentle evening breeze blew in through the open windows, carrying a bit of chill.

Clara Hale was drinking water by the window after taking a bath, and unexpectedly saw a woman in white clothes standing outside the window, with a lot of bloodstains on her clothes, reflecting a forest-like coldness in the moonlight.

"Pfft..."

She spat out the mouthful of water she was drinking, screaming in fright: "A ghost..."

Upon seeing Clara Hale’s reaction, Quiana Sutton’s eyes poured out an evident malice, her voice unmistakably sinister: "It’s me."

The shivering Clara Hale heard the familiar voice, looked closely, and to his shock, the ghost-like figure was actually Quiana Sutton.

He swore under his breath.

Appearing in front of his villa’s window in the middle of the night, wearing pure white clothes, with disheveled long hair draped casually, looking just like a ghost; he had just watched a ghost movie and thought that the ghost from the screen had crawled out.

He went to open the door, looking at Quiana Sutton before him with a slight tremor running down his spine.

"Boss, why did you come over so late at night?"

She replied succinctly: "I’m injured, I need a place to treat the wound."

Clara Hale: "???"

At this point, he noticed the bloodstains on her white clothes had already dried, but blood was still dripping nonstop from her fingers; he simply couldn’t imagine where she returned from.

Cautiously he asked: "Boss, what did you do?"

She nonchalantly replied: "Nothing much, just intruded into the Heavenly Domain and killed the Lone Falcon."

Clara Hale was so frightened he took several steps backward, his voice trembling: "Boss, what did you just say?"

Quiana Sutton didn’t answer, just lifted her head to look at him plainly, her steadily accumulating cold and stern gaze causing his urges to retreat but stubbornly pressed back inside.

He suavely moved the hair on his forehead behind his ears, "Just the Heavenly Domain, Night Phoenix fears nothing."

Even so he said, still feeling somewhat apprehensive, knowing that people from the Heavenly Domain were notoriously unscrupulous.

Quiana Sutton simply treated the wound on her arm and said:

"Help me erase all traces, I will temporarily stay at Night Phoenix."

Usually, her voice was rather aloof, as if she rejected people from a thousand miles away, but never like today, sounding as if it would freeze someone over.

Clara Hale took a closer look at Quiana Sutton again, indeed it was the boss.

He attributed today’s weirdness of Quiana Sutton to possibly being stimulated by something.