I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 164 - 163: Angry

The guests were left in shock, their jaws almost hitting the floor. They never expected Charlotte Sutton to turn and flee, an action which directly proved that she was not the true eldest daughter of the Sutton Estate.

This explosive news would likely spread among all the major families, even if not a single reporter was present.

The old master gripped his cane tightly, restraining himself from giving a slap.

He glanced at Quiana Sutton, who was casually swirling her wine glass, and at Simon Storm, whose expression was unreadable. He snorted coldly, stood up, and headed in the direction Charlotte had fled.

Charlotte fled back to her room, sat on the edge of the bed, and began crying uncontrollably. The old master knocked on the door a few times, and seeing no response, he grew worried and pushed the door open.

Seeing her crying like a rain-beaten pear blossom, he hurried over to comfort her: "Don’t worry, no matter what others say, you will always be the eldest daughter of the Sutton Estate. That will never change."

Instead of being comforted, she cried even harder, "Grandpa—"

"Alright, alright, don’t cry anymore. Grandpa will help you vent your anger, okay? Since she has come this time, let’s not let her leave. Lock her up in the Dark Hall for a year, alright? After a year, no one will talk about this anymore."

She stopped her tears, thinking that in a year, she would surely have control over the Sutton Group, and she would have risen to power by then, so there would be no need to care about how others viewed her.

As for Quiana Sutton, she planned to imprison her in the Dark Hall permanently, never to return.

Upon thinking this, she finally burst into a smile and spoke softly, "Thank you, Grandpa. You’re always the best to me. If my deceased sister knew how good you are to me, she would be very happy too."

Mentioning her deceased sister, the old master’s eyes darkened, and he said no more.

After releasing Quiana Sutton’s birthday video, Simon Storm suddenly felt a surge of blood and a slight discomfort. Putting away the video, he walked over to Quiana’s side and placed a watch-like device on her wrist: "I’m a bit tired and will go rest in my room for a while. If you really encounter danger, remember to press the red button on this."

Out of goodwill, she didn’t refuse.

The old master had left the venue, Charlotte had left the venue, and now even Simon Storm had left the venue, causing a commotion.

If it weren’t for Nathan Firth holding the fort, and the fact that Quiana Sutton was not someone to be trifled with, the hotel ceiling might have been blown off by now.

The idle gossip felt like a breeze to Quiana Sutton, not bothering her a bit. She set down her swaying glass and looked coldly at Nathan Firth.

"Young Master Firth, it’s been a long time, hasn’t it?"

Usually, even when her tone was cold, it never sunk to such depths. In that instant, he seemed to recall something, his eyes widening suddenly:

"You... you are..."

The smile on her face never faded, but anyone could see that it didn’t reach her eyes: "Isn’t this our second meeting?"

Back then, she couldn’t control this body so perfectly, forcibly awakened by Nathan Firth, and then forcefully hypnotized again. She already had a bellyful of resentment, dying to punch his disagreeable face...

In Charlotte’s room, her phone suddenly vibrated; she received a text message:

[All preparations are complete.]

Seeing this message, she curled a contemptuous smile.

The person she liked was Nathan Firth, and even if she had to manipulate Simon Storm, she wouldn’t proactively offer herself.

But with just a little temptation, countless people would be willing to partake in this gamble.

She lowered her eyelids slightly, concealing all the shadows in her eyes. She spoke softly, "Grandpa, I’m alright. You don’t have to stay with me deliberately. You should go keep the guests company, or else they will surely say I’m inconsiderate."

The old master was very pleased, "Phoebe is becoming more and more sensible."

"Then rest well in your room, while I go entertain the guests."

"Okay."

As soon as the old master left the room, she couldn’t wait to head towards Simon Storm’s room.

Out of the corner of her eye, Quiana Sutton noticed Charlotte sneaking towards Simon Storm’s room and recalled Simon’s strange behavior earlier, slightly furrowing her brows.

Without thinking, she stood up. Just then, the old master returned and, seeing her about to leave, immediately stopped her: "Stay where you are, where are you going?"

She gave him an indifferent look: "I drank too much, need to use the restroom. Surely you don’t want to send someone with me?"

"..."

Inside the room.

Simon Storm lay on the bed, feeling an unfamiliar wave of desire coursing through him, difficult to suppress, unaware that two people had suddenly entered the room.

"Miss Charlotte, is that truly the Holy Father from Scavilla City? Remarkable indeed."

"Alright, get on with it. Once we have the evidence, even if Simon Storm doesn’t marry you, he won’t treat you unfairly."

Charlotte opened her phone, preparing to record.

Just as she was about to undress Simon Storm, the door was suddenly kicked open.

Both people were startled, instinctively looking at the cold figure walking in from the doorway.

As she entered, she brought a chill that filled the room, causing the two to subconsciously take a step back.

Quiana Sutton glanced around, displeased, and spoke up:

"What are you two doing in my uncle’s room?"

At this moment, she heard a barely perceptible moan escaping Simon Storm, and immediately understood what the two wanted to do.

The woman about to undress Simon Storm, she recognized her—it was the service staff from the event today.

She walked step by step to stand in front of the service staff, eyes as if looking at a dead person, devoid of any emotion. The service staff was so frightened she couldn’t stop herself from retreating, "You, you, what do you want to do?"

Before she could react, Quiana Sutton had grabbed her shoulder, then her bone joint shifted, and a sharp pain shot through her nerve, hurling her straight to the floor.

In her foggy vision, she saw a pair of black shoes heading toward Charlotte.

Charlotte knew Quiana Sutton was quite formidable, but with grandpa’s protection all these years, she had never seen Quiana take action. This was her first time witnessing Quiana beating someone, and she was somewhat taken aback.

Raising her head, she saw Quiana’s quiet and cold gaze fixed on her, colder than the waters of a deep pool.

At this moment, she had a singular thought—that she might be killed by Quiana Sutton.

Her heart throbbed with a tremor as this thought crossed her mind. She turned to flee.

However, just as she was about to take a step, her scalp tingled, caught by Quiana from behind, her voice laced with an indescribable fierceness:

"This was your doing, wasn’t it?"