I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 43: There’s Always Someone Courting Death
A netizen who had been watching from start to finish began to enlighten everyone:
[This is Alexander Skylane’s banquet. You guys know him, right? Genius designer. It’s said he’s launching a new series called Manjushaka and invited Quiana Sutton as the new spokesperson. Everyone thought Quiana’s vibe didn’t really fit, so she played that song.]
[She just randomly rewrote someone else’s song. And she thinks she’s worthy of being the face of Alexander’s designs?]
[Exactly... We firmly oppose this!]
...
Soon another topic shot onto the trending searches.
#FirmlyResistQuianaSuttonAsManjushakaSpokesperson#
The Manjushaka series hadn’t even officially launched yet, so even many of Alexander’s fans didn’t know about it. When they got the info, they all rushed into this livestream too.
Including Ella Shaw, Chloe Summers, and a few others.
If Quiana really became the spokesperson for Alexander Skylane’s Manjushaka series, her status would rocket up several levels.
There’s only so many resources in showbiz—how could they let someone else fight for them?
Isabelle Somerville couldn’t care less about some Manjushaka line; she only cared about Quiana Sutton.
Watching Quiana get trashed like that, she immediately got pissed and called Axius Somerville.
"Bro, did you see what they’re saying about her online?"
Axius Somerville: "I saw. I’ll handle it soon."
Soon, Axius posted on Weibo: Leo @Quiana Sutton
[???]
[???]
[What does Axius mean? Why do I feel like I can’t follow?]
[Does he mean Leo is actually Quiana Sutton?]
[But their styles don’t really match up though?]
[Even Axius admits it himself—this can’t be fake.]
[So Quiana only rewrote her own song?]
[Is anyone really capable of pulling off two totally different styles?]
...
Even Quiana’s fans were in disbelief.
At first, they stanned Quiana just ’cause she was pretty and sang sweetly. Nothing else mattered to them.
Now, out of the blue, they were told that people’s fave idol Axius Somerville’s exclusive lyricist/composer was actually Quiana. It took them a second to even process that.
Once they did, the comments blew up.
[Did I just stumble upon a treasure?]
[Nobody stop me. From now on, I’m a hardcore fan for life. Pretty, sweet, and this damn talented? I’m in love.]
...
[No matter how talented, she’s still just a highschooler.]
[How do you know Quiana’s just a highschooler?]
[No top student would waste time in showbiz. And if she really was one, why wouldn’t she market it? Never marketed it, so probably nothing impressive.]
[You’re just jealous. It’s like you have to find a flaw in someone to balance yourselves out.]
...
Netizens were fighting like crazy. Meanwhile, Quiana was at the banquet, totally unaware of what was going on.
She had just used her skills to win over everyone there. No one dared mention whether she was fit to be the spokesperson—it was just a stupid question now.
Iris Melrose’s eyes were literally turning red with jealousy. She bit her lower lip so hard it broke, but she didn’t even notice.
After the banquet ended.
Alexander Skylane had to take interviews, so Quiana didn’t bother saying goodbye and just left the venue.
She’d been high-profile enough for today. No need to be seen in the same frame as Alexander right now.
Underground parking garage.
All of a sudden, Quiana saw her car windows had all been smashed. A few people were sitting cockily on the hood of a convertible, grinning at her like they owned the place.
Suddenly, the leader jumped down and tossed some powder at Quiana. She dodged, but still inhaled a little.
In a second, she felt a rush of heat; her cheeks even started flushing red.
The thugs noticed Quiana acting weird and laughed, clearly up to no good.
"No way you’re getting away today."
Quiana bit her own lip, tasted blood, the pain snapping her foggy mind back to clarity.
She looked at those guys with total disdain.
"This is just some cheap couples’ aphrodisiac to spice things up, and you have the guts to even use it?"
Insulted, they immediately flared up. Honestly, they’d wanted something stronger, but their boss told them to act fast, so there was no time to get better stuff. What else could they do?
Still, she breathed in some. No way can she just shake it off, right?
They reached out to grab Quiana.
But before they touched her, their hand was pinned, and the next moment a piercing scream echoed through the lot.
No one else even saw what happened, the guy was already on the ground. His arm? Dislocated in an instant.
Their faces changed. "We were gonna go easy on you, but guess there’s no need now."
"Get her!"
Staring down five aggressive thugs, Quiana calmly wiped the blood from her lips. Her eyes were colder than ice—enough to make anyone’s skin crawl.
"You’re asking for it."
She wasn’t in a good mood to begin with, and with these bastards using such dirty tricks, she wasn’t holding back anymore.
She kicked out—hard. The leader flew back and crashed to the ground, dust flying everywhere. Couldn’t even get up.
One guy’s arm gone, another can’t stand anymore.
The rest tried to bolt on instinct.
But before they took a step, she moved like freaking wind—was right in front of them. By the time they noticed, their wrist was already snapped.
Shrieks of agony filled the lot.
By the time Durrell Landon and the others rushed down, they saw Quiana with her hand clamped around someone’s throat, pinning him to the hood.
Her eyes looked blood-red, like some Shura out of Hell’s Gate, stepping through poppies, soaked in river Styx water.
Even Julian Haworth got chills from the bloodthirsty look in Quiana’s eyes.
"Durrell, is she gonna kill all of them or what?"
It was the first time Durrell ever saw Quiana like this. He was a bit surprised, but soon a faint smile played at his lips.
He stepped closer to Quiana, one step at a time,
"Cece, calm down."
Quiana glared at Durrell’s lazy smile, annoyed:
"What? You pleading on their behalf?"
Durrell didn’t even glance at the thugs—he just gently took Quiana’s hand:
"They’re not worth dirtying your hands for."
But as soon as he touched her, he noticed her body temperature was off—his brows furrowed. "What happened?"
Quiana replied casually, "They drugged me."
"Oh, really?"
When Durrell heard these guys drugged Quiana, the smile on his face faded to something a lot scarier.
"I’ll handle what’s next. This is still the banquet parking lot. If something happens here, it won’t be good for you."
She didn’t really want to make news by killing someone at Alexander Skylane’s event either.
She glanced at Durrell.
"Alright, they’re all yours."
Durrell nodded at Charles Foote:
"Knight..."
Knight Tamworth cast a look at the men groaning on the ground, as if they were already dead, then drawled,
"Don’t worry. I’ll take very good care of them."
