I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 52: How Did Durrell Landon Manage to Win You Over?
Knight Tamworth was also unaccustomed to hearing Durrell Landon speak this way, and his usual smile cracked for a moment. He lightly coughed to conceal it.
"Durrell, I’m here today on Violet’s behalf to invite Miss Sutton."
After speaking, he glanced at Quiana Sutton, "Violet really likes you, she wants to meet up."
Quiana Sutton took a bite of her favorite soup dumpling and flatly refused, "I’m not familiar with her, no meeting."
"Consider it a favor I’ll owe you."
Quiana Sutton: "..." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
Though she hadn’t known Charles Foote for long, she understood that the phrase ’deeply scheming and unscrupulous’ perfectly described him.
Violet Foote merely wanted to invite her out for a chat, and he was willing to lower himself to say he owed her a favor?
Something seemed off about that.
Durrell Landon, standing by, also frowned at him, as Charles Foote sighed helplessly:
"Durrell, you should know, I can’t refuse any of Violet’s requests."
Back then, he was just a small-time thug in the outskirts of Scavilla City. When he failed in his turf and food wars and was driven out of Scavilla City, almost dying, she appeared before him, asking if he wanted to come with her.
She was like a ray of sunlight, piercing the darkness surrounding him with powerful force, leaving behind warmth that was both lasting and vibrant—something he could never refuse.
Though she wasn’t very interested in gossip, the prospect of having Charles Foote owe her a favor was a rare opportunity.
After leisurely finishing her soup dumplings, she nodded.
"Alright. She can choose the time and place."
...
North Star.
Violet Foote propped her chin on her hand, smiling warmly as she gazed at Quiana Sutton seated beside her.
"Hey, can you tell me how exactly Durrell Landon managed to win you over?"
Quiana Sutton felt the drink was a bit weak, borrowed tools from the bartender to mix a strong cocktail herself, and hearing this, her hand paused momentarily. Then she chuckled, "Why do you think it was Durrell who won me over and not the other way around?"
If others knew she married Durrell Landon, they’d surely think she ensnared him through dubious means, not the other way around.
Violet’s words really took her by surprise, prompting her to look at Violet a bit longer.
Violet had been fixated on the cocktail she mixed, so she passed it to Violet.
Violet took a small sip, tasting like juice at first, but after it hit her taste buds, it brought a new sensation, prompting her to praise:
"If you don’t make it in the entertainment industry, you’d make a fine bartender."
Quiana Sutton curled her lips slightly, the dim light sketching a gentle curve at the corner of her mouth. She had indeed thought about it before.
She made herself a drink, took a small sip; it indeed tasted quite good.
"You haven’t told me your reason yet."
Violet Foote shrugged, "It’s simple. Durrell Landon is a sly old fox. Ordinarily, you wouldn’t have had the chance to meet him, so clearly he approached you deliberately."
Hearing this, the sip of drink Quiana Sutton had turned tasteless in her mouth suddenly.
Could it be that her initial meeting with Durrell in a variety show wasn’t just a coincidence?
After a long silence, she still laughed and shook her head—it was impossible.
She was sure she’d never seen Durrell before that show and that it was her first time in the country.
How could they have staged such a meticulously planned encounter without any prior connection?
"You seem to have... a lot of grievances against him?"
Violet Foote stretched lazily, of course, she bore a grudge, and a deep one at that.
"I got duped by him many times when I was young, so naturally, I got annoyed with him."
Durrell Landon was immensely popular at school, excelling academically, and had such a captivating face that he attracted countless admirers among the girls.
She, not knowing better as a child, was one of those admirers.
She fancied the relationship between the Landon Family and the Foote Estate, telling him there was a good chance their families would need to wed someday. Given that, why not enjoy the benefits of being his girlfriend ahead of time?
He didn’t refuse, allowing her to stay close to him.
Later, she found out it was because Durrell Landon was fed up with those girls; having her pretend to be his girlfriend spared him a lot of hassle.
Meanwhile, she almost got bullied to death by the other girls at school.
She remembered once a girl told her a teacher was looking for her in the gym, but it was empty, and she got locked inside.
Fortunately, Durrell still had some conscience; noticing her long absence, he sent someone to find her and personally took her back to the Foote Estate.
Even though she returned safely to the Foote Estate, the incident left quite a psychological scar.
Memories she’d rather forget...
Now thinking about it, she gritted her teeth.
"Durrell Landon, that sly old fox..."
Quiana Sutton could sense the disdain Violet felt for Durrell from her innermost being. She was curious about what exactly Durrell did to elicit such disdain from the young miss.
"You’re the first person I’ve met who actually dislikes Durrell Landon."
Violet Foote proudly let out a "hmm~," "There are plenty of people in this world who don’t like him."
"Cece, let’s go shopping. It’s boring to drink at North Star all day."
Spending more time with Violet Foote, Quiana Sutton began to understand why Charles Foote was so particular about her.
Her smile was bright; her voice, sweet; the whole of her exuded a pleasant aura, like a little sun capable of warming others.
But later on, she finally realized that even the sun would eventually set, leaving only an unsteady, fragmented warmth.
...
Asia-Pacific Plaza.
This plaza belonged to Universal Corporation, the largest in the Capital City, beloved by celebrities and the wives of affluent elites.
Violet Foote walked into a fashion store, picked up a dress and sized it against herself, finding it unsuitable. She then tried it against Quiana Sutton, her eyes instantly lighting up.
The dress was black, embroidered with a large pattern of Mandala Flowers. At first glance, it seemed quite lavish, yet peculiarly, it suited Quiana Sutton well.
"Cece, go try it on, it’s definitely perfect for you."
Quiana Sutton didn’t take it, calling her name helplessly:
"Miss Foote..."
"Just call me Violet."
"Are you always this familiar with everyone?"
"Nope." Violet winked at her, "I listened to the song you wrote for Axius Somerville last night and absolutely loved it. Besides, you’re married to Durrell now, right? Since you’re married, you’re basically my sister-in-law."
Actually, Quiana Sutton wanted to say that they’d definitely get divorced in three months, but the words got stuck in her throat for some reason...
