I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 45: Once in a Lifetime

After Quiana Sutton hung up the phone, just as she was about to slip it into her pocket, Durrell Landon suddenly embraced her from behind.

Though not forceful, it was an undeniably confining posture.

He bent down slightly, his lips close to her ear, whispering like a lover, yet also like a devil, tempting her into an inescapable fate.

"I’ll prove it to you."

Then make her willingly stay by his side for the rest of her life, never to escape again.

...

Imperial View Manor.

Wrapped in a towel, Quiana Sutton walked barefoot on the cold floor out of the bathroom. The curtains swayed gently in the breeze, and the moonlight outside poured in, casting a silver, chilly glow in the room despite the orange light.

She sat on the balcony, allowing the night wind to chill her body, as if only then she could be more awake.

At that moment, her phone rang again.

She picked it up and glanced at the caller ID, a flash of disgust in her eyes, and tossed the phone aside, ignoring it.

She didn’t answer, but the caller persistently kept calling her.

By the tenth call, she finally couldn’t bear it anymore and pressed the answer button.

"It’s late, I should be sleeping."

After saying that, she was about to hang up when the caller said, "I watched the live broadcast today. Did Alexander Skylane want you to be the spokesperson for Manjushaka?"

The casual tone of chit-chat, but hearing this, Quiana Sutton’s heart inevitably tightened, and she couldn’t help gripping the phone more tightly.

After a while, she forced a smile and said, pretending to be relaxed, "Even if you don’t like Alexander Skylane, you have to admit his design talent. If he says I’m suitable, then I must be the most suitable."

The caller chuckled lowly, like a devil appearing at midnight, bringing others the deepest despair:

"Cece, you haven’t forgotten about the time Alexander Skylane was thrown into the river as a child, have you?"

Her face turned pale for a moment, and a deeper loathing appeared in her eyes:

"So it really was you back then."

"Yes, it was me. No one close to you will have a good end, so don’t you dare do anything behind my back with Alexander Skylane, or you should know my tactics."

Quiana Sutton couldn’t hold back and cursed, "Lunatic, you’re just a lunatic."

Her curse seemed to be enjoyed by the caller, "I am indeed a lunatic, a lunatic struggling in hell. Don’t you dare try to oppose a lunatic, or you’ll be the one suffering."

Quiana Sutton found her breath catching, "You want to control me for a lifetime? Dream on!"

There was a long pause before the caller responded, with nothing but a long sigh remaining. She knew she had angered him, but she didn’t care at all.

She had thought about the worst outcome, which would be mutual destruction!

Before hanging up, she clearly heard—

"Cece, I’m in hell, but hell without you, I can’t survive."

He wanted to drag her into hell with him. Dream on! As she turned and stepped indoors, the confusion in her eyes gradually faded, transforming into a cold determination uniquely belonging to Quiana Sutton!

...

Next day.

Grace Sutton called Quiana Sutton, and the two agreed to meet at Between Clouds and Waters.

Between Clouds and Waters. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

After Quiana Sutton sat down, Grace Sutton handed her a script: "Cece, this work is called ’Phoenix Road’, it’s a major fantasy film, primarily about the power struggle between the Divine Realm and the Demon Realm over millennia, unable to determine a victor. The Demon King’s daughter sacrifices herself for the victory of the Demon Realm, sealing her aura to seduce King Michael of the Gods.

King Michael is seduced and falls into madness, only to find out it was all a scam, and eventually, he eradicated his emotional ties, defeating the Demon Realm, setting Sunset Underworld as the boundary, from which the Demon Realm can never emerge."

Quiana Sutton skimmed it quickly. It was a very commercial film, but more importantly, it was directed by Director Fang.

Director Fang is known in the industry as a genius, famous for his keen eye. Any commercial film he directs is a box-office hit, and any art film is almost guaranteed to win awards.

"Has the male lead been decided?"

"Not yet, as far as I know, Director Fang is considering inviting Durrell Landon to star, but you know, young master Landon is quite capricious about acting. He might not be interested in this type of commercial film."

Quiana Sutton closed the script, recalling Durrell Landon’s words "I’ll prove it to you" and shook her head with a smile, leisurely stating, "Young master Landon lacks nothing, naturally he’d have no interest in such a movie."

"Cece, regardless of the male lead, your task is to try hard to gain Director Fang’s approval and secure the lead female role.

If you can land this role, it will significantly benefit your future career."

"I understand."

On the other side.

Evelyn Windsor hesitated for a long time but still went to the old Landon Family house, wanting to know what exactly was going on between that woman and Durrell Landon.

The old house was as oppressively somber as always, but Evelyn Windsor’s mood was even more stifled than the old Landon Family house.

She stood at the entrance, asking the guard to announce her.

The guard recognized Evelyn Windsor and respectfully replied, "Miss Windsor, please wait a moment, I’ll go announce it."

Evelyn Windsor nodded.

Five minutes later, the guard invited her inside.

The old master didn’t look like someone in his eighties at all; he was vigorous, with a ruddy complexion, exuding a restrained elegance. Seeing Evelyn Windsor arrive, he kindly called out, "Chloe Cloud, come sit down."

"Quickly, tell grandpa, did anything happen at Alexander Skylane’s banquet with Durrell yesterday?"

Indeed, many things happened yesterday, but none were pleasing.

"Grandpa Landon, may I ask you a question?"

Seeing Evelyn Windsor’s seriousness, the old master’s smile remained unchanged: "What does Chloe wish to ask?"

"Does Grandpa Landon know if Durrell has another woman by his side?"

Hearing this, the old master’s kindly face turned sharp as a hidden blade, though the look vanished almost instantly.

"That woman is just a passing fancy, unless Chloe is very bothered? You are the perfect granddaughter-in-law in my heart."

Evelyn Windsor bit her lip. Of course, she was bothered. Who wouldn’t want to be the only one in someone’s life?

But in wealthy families, it’s quite common for men to have several women outside.

She always thought Durrell Landon was different from those men—she’d guessed wrong after all.

Still, she felt uneasy: "Is that woman really just a fling?"

The old master observed Evelyn Windsor’s expression: "Does Chloe think that woman is actually Durrell’s legitimate wife?"

It’s impossible for someone to marry into the Landon Family without any rumors spreading.

Even with her dissatisfaction, she felt relieved and looked down on that woman, disdain in her eyes, thinking that Quiana Sutton’s opportunity to endorse the Manjushaka series was entirely due to her ties with Durrell Landon.

But does she think getting close to Durrell Landon will guarantee her smooth sailing in the entertainment industry? Dream on...