I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 165 - 164: Will She Die?

Charlotte Sutton finally managed to stop her heart from wanting to scream, "Let go of me. If you hurt me, Grandpa will never let you off the hook."

"Grandpa?"

Quiana Sutton sneered, she wasn’t the fool who drew a prison around her emotions anymore.

She grabbed Charlotte Sutton, and while her breath was warm, it tingled as it fell on the neck, like a chill drilling into the skin.

"I’ve wanted to kill you for a long time, but never had a suitable reason. I really must thank you, you gave me a reason to kill you."

She could feel it, Quiana Sutton truly would kill her, truly.

No time to react, she was dragged by the hair, unable to find her bearings—

A loud "bang".

Bright red blood flowed down her forehead.

At the moment of impact with the wall, she only felt her skull about to shatter, her vision blurred, ears began ringing, and she was stunned.

It took a long time to react, she started struggling desperately, continuously cursing: 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"You bitch, bitch, without the Sutton family blood, you’re nothing, no one likes you, Grandpa likes me, it’s me."

Charlotte Sutton’s curses fell on Quiana Sutton’s ears, but she didn’t react at all.

Expressionless, she lifted Charlotte Sutton’s hair again and slammed her into the wall.

The blood on her forehead intensified, starting to trail down her face in erratic lines. Her face twisted in pain, she couldn’t help but scream:

"Ah... Grandpa... Help me..."

She coldly said, "Shut up."

She disdainfully looked at the panicked face of Charlotte Sutton: "Speaking of which, living as Miss Sutton, you should really thank your deceased sister. I’m curious, after so many years at the Sutton Estate, how many times have you visited your sister’s grave?"

Her sister was buried in the old slums, a place she had struggled to leave, she didn’t want to go back to reminisce.

"My sister hoped I’d live well. As long as I live well, even if I don’t worship, she can rest in peace."

Quiana Sutton clicked her tongue: "Tsk tsk tsk, you truly are heartless. If your sister were alive to hear this, would she regret asking Grandpa for this condition?"

The banquet was still quite noisy, only Durrell Landon and Nathan Firth heard the screams.

The two of them simultaneously glanced in a certain direction.

The next moment, they looked at each other and stood up without hesitation.

The old man noticed Nathan Firth’s uneasy gaze, and recalling how Quiana Sutton said she was going to the bathroom but hadn’t returned for so long, he felt a chill in his heart and immediately followed behind Nathan Firth.

The three of them arrived outside Simon Storm’s room, seeing Quiana Sutton with a cold face and Charlotte Sutton in a crazed frenzy.

Blood continuously dripped from Charlotte Sutton’s face onto the floor, distorting the old man’s view as he harshly yelled:

"Quiana Sutton, what are you doing? Let her go immediately."

Upon hearing the old man’s voice, Charlotte Sutton felt her nightmare was finally over.

"Ah... Grandpa, save me, save me..."

Hearing Charlotte Sutton’s pitiable yet desperate voice, the old man was furious beyond restraint:

"I’ll say it once more, let her go! If she dies today, you won’t leave this hotel alive."

At that moment, Simon Storm emitted a subtle unnatural sound, which Durrell Landon and Nathan Firth immediately heard.

They seemed to somewhat understand why Quiana Sutton was angry.

The old man, suppressing his fury, said, "The most important thing now is to get Simon Storm to the hospital. You wouldn’t want anything real happening to him at the hotel, would you?"

Simon Storm had always known what was happening inside the room, but he had used all his willpower battling the strange feelings within his body and couldn’t speak. He feared opening his mouth would lead to a voice even unfamiliar to himself, and didn’t want to disgrace himself in front of Quiana Sutton.

Quiana Sutton also sensed Simon Storm might have reached his limit, realizing she couldn’t delay anymore, she glanced at Charlotte Sutton with annoyance and pushed her aside.

As she fell, she accidentally shattered a nearby vase, which fell to the floor while she stumbled onto its fragments.

Originally, only the forehead was injured, now an entire scar appeared from the corner of her eye down to her chin.

"Ahhh—my face, my face, it hurts, my face hurts."

Agonizing pain from her face made Charlotte Sutton scream piercingly.

With a smear from her hand, her entire face was covered with blood, terrifying like a ghoul.

The old man also found it shocking, quickly speaking to Nathan Firth standing nearby:

"Nathan, quickly take her to the hospital."

Nathan Firth said nothing, his face expressionless as he walked towards Charlotte Sutton.

At that moment, a small bottle fell from Charlotte Sutton’s pocket, rolling to Quiana Sutton’s feet. She bent down to pick it up.

She immediately recognized the drug.

Killing intent unconsciously spread across her eyes, Nathan Firth noticed when Quiana Sutton suddenly appeared before him, gripping his throat.

"Did you give her this drug?"

The tone was calm yet eerily cold.

Hatred, coldness, heartlessness, only in such looks was he safe.

But when she truly looked at him like that, Nathan Firth felt as if his heart was being ripped away.

"I don’t know what’s going on, but I’ll find out and give you an explanation."

She understood Nathan Firth, if he had truly done it, he would admit it. He was the last person to disdain lying.

She released Nathan Firth’s neck, no longer looking at the few of them, approached Simon Storm and said, "Uncle, I’ll take you to the hospital."

As Quiana Sutton was about to touch Simon Storm, Durrell Landon stepped ahead of her, calmly speaking: "You shouldn’t touch him now. Oliver has arrived, I’ll take him to the hospital."

Nathan Firth took Charlotte Sutton to the hospital, Durrell Landon took Simon Storm to the hospital.

Soon, only she and the service attendant were left in the room.

Leisurely, she took a cigarette from her pocket, slowly lighted it, and soon smoke ascended, blurring her face with a touch of loneliness.

After finishing one, she approached the seemingly unresponsive service attendant lying on the floor.

The service attendant looked at Quiana Sutton with fright. She saw clearly earlier, this woman was ruthless.

If Charlotte Sutton could be this miserable, what about her, just a service attendant?

"Speak, what’s going on?"