I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 46: Death and Sin Follow Like Shadows, but I Will Arrive as Promised...
After Evelyn Windsor left the Landon Family’s old abode, the old man’s powerful fingers occasionally tapped the table, creating a buzzing sound in the silent main hall that made one’s scalp tingle.
However, his face appeared to be that of someone indifferent and leisurely, fighting with no one, as he glanced at the butler standing beside him and said casually:
"Do you think I should meet with that girl called Quiana Sutton?"
The butler remained silent, not daring to speak. In the next second, he heard the old man’s unwavering voice stating:
"Go, bring that girl called Quiana Sutton to the old abode."
The butler hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do we need to inform Young Master Durrell in advance?"
"No need!"
"Understood."
——
After Quiana Sutton finished her conversation with Grace Sutton, she walked out from the entrance of Between Clouds and Waters.
"Screech——"
A super sharp sound of brakes pierced the current tranquility.
A black sedan arrogantly stopped right in front of her.
The tires left a long mark on the concrete ground in front of her, and Quiana glanced at the tip of her foot. The car stopped less than a centimeter away from her.
She slightly frowned; did they want to kill her?
Before she could grow angry, several hulking men stepped out of the car. She noticed that each of their sleeves had an embroidered Landon character.
She already guessed who they were, and her initially sullen face turned more menacing.
"Are you people from the Landon Family?!"
The butler spoke with reasonable reverence: "Miss Sutton, the old gentleman requests your presence and hopes Miss Sutton won’t refuse."
Quiana flicked her long hair back with an indifferent face: "And if I refuse?"
The butler seemed to anticipate Quiana’s response and calmly continued: "Miss Sutton is of course fearless with the Young Master protecting you, but I suppose the person sitting inside is your agent? With one word, the Landon Family can make it so she cannot thrive in Capital City."
Hearing this, Quiana glanced at the butler, a cold, ruthless intent emerging at the corners of her lips: "Since when does the Landon Family need to resort to threats to achieve its goals?"
The butler stared unflinchingly at Quiana, surprised by her cool demeanor, yet not daring to let his guard down: "The old gentleman simply wants to meet Miss Sutton. If Miss Sutton is willing to go meet him, the Landon Family naturally won’t do anything outrageous."
She snorted coldly.
If the old gentleman insists on seeing her, let’s hope he doesn’t regret it later.
...
Landon Family old abode.
The girl leaned against the chair with an indifferent look on her face, but those eyes gazing over were as sharp and cold as ice shards, fierce and fearless.
The old Landon’s pupils tightened under the sting of this gaze, and a wave of displeasure rose in his heart.
This gaze was exactly like his grandson’s.
He seemed to understand a bit why his grandson might be fond of her, but even if he liked her, so what? Ultimately, she is a woman of no standing.
He spoke with a hint of condescending disdain, "I’ve checked your background. Raised in an orphanage, fairly decent grades but always brawling, repeatedly expelled. How could someone with such a disgraceful past become the Landon Family’s young mistress?"
"There’s no true love between you and Durrell. Let me give you some advice, stay away from Durrell. In this world, the most suitable for him is Chloe Cloud."
Quiana listened quietly, her face unfazed, speaking indifferently: "If you truly wish for Durrell to marry Evelyn Windsor, you should tell him, not me."
Quiana’s excessive calmness made him seem overly unreasonable. The old Landon’s usual smile finally couldn’t hold anymore, his expression becoming intensely unpleasant.
"Do you think Durrell has the power to oppose me? If he did go against me, he would get nothing from the Landon Family."
"He’s the high and mighty second master of the Landon Family. Do you think he’d fall from grace for you, an orphan of unknown parentage?"
"What did you just say?"
Her eyes flickered, finally reacting to the old gentleman’s words.
Seeing her abruptly pale face, the old Landon’s barely noticeable sneer grew more pronounced.
"Of course, as someone abandoned by your parents from birth and growing up in an orphanage, it’s understandable you wouldn’t understand."
"Bang——"
The table in front of the old gentleman shattered under her large palm.
The butler was aghast; this table was made of the hardest wood in the world, with a hardness comparable to refined iron, yet Miss Sutton shattered it with one strike.
Panicked and screaming in chaos:
"Bodyguards, bodyguards..."
She calmly looked at the old gentleman, yet in her pitch-black pupils, it was as if crimson flames were burning:
"Old gentleman, you will pay for those words."
...
At this moment.
At Imperial View Manor.
Knight Tamworth came looking for Durrell Landon, informing him that the people from last night had all been interrogated. It was orchestrated by a small celebrity called Iris Melrose, with the intent to deliver Quiana Sutton to Chairman Liu’s bed.
After listening to Knight Tamworth’s report, the few sheets of paper in Durrell Landon’s hand turned to dust.
"Such reckless fools."
How dare they make a move on his people.
"Knight Tamworth, how do you suggest these two should die?"
Durrell Landon’s voice was so coldly detached, as if he were discussing what to eat tomorrow.
Knight Tamworth smirked slightly, feeling pity for those two, daring to cross Durrell Landon of all people.
At this time, he noticed a postcard placed by Durrell Landon’s side, and the cover design caught his attention.
The cover design was of a basement, and it exactly matched the basement where Durrell Landon was once held captive.
His gaze instantly darkened: "Durrell, what’s the deal with this postcard?"
Durrell casually handed the postcard to Knight Tamworth and spoke nonchalantly: "Received it this morning, with no signature, just a single sentence."
The sentence read——
Death and sin shadow you closely, and I will arrive as promised...
Knight Tamworth furrowed his brows deeply; this was not a good omen.
"Durrell, have you investigated? Who sent it?"
Durrell shook his head: "We’ve checked the surveillance; this postcard suddenly appeared at the entrance of Imperial View Manor."
Hearing this, Knight Tamworth’s brow furrowed even more.
At this moment, Durrell Landon’s phone rang. He glanced at it and saw it was from the old abode, and though displeased, he still pressed the answer button.
As soon as he pressed the button, he heard the butler’s exceedingly terrified voice:
"Young Master Landon, something terrible has happened, Miss Sutton, Miss Sutton..."
Durrell Landon was momentarily unresponsive, "The Miss Sutton you’re referring to, is it Quiana Sutton?"
The butler quickly replied: "Yes. The old master invited Miss Sutton to the old abode. There was some discord between them, and Miss Sutton ended up smashing the old abode."
Before the words were even finished, the butler shrieked "Ah..." followed by a burst of static.
"Durrell, are you alright?"
Knight Tamworth rarely saw Durrell Landon display such a battle-ready appearance and couldn’t help but worry: "Durrell, what’s going on?"
"Let’s go to the Landon Family’s old abode."
