I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 53: When You Truly Fall for Someone, You’ll Stop at Nothing to Have Them

Chapter 53: Chapter 53: When You Truly Fall for Someone, You’ll Stop at Nothing to Have Them

She eventually accepted the clothes and went to the fitting room. As she was trying on clothes, Evelyn Windsor happened to walk into this fashion store.

When Evelyn saw Violet Foote picking out clothes in the store, there was a moment of surprise. Soon, a cunning ripple arose in her jet-black eyes.

She walked over and began with a light laugh, "When did Sister Violet return to the country? You didn’t even let me know so I could come to meet you at the airport."

Upon hearing this familiar soft tone, Violet hadn’t even turned around before goosebumps appeared all over her body.

She was usually good-tempered, but she simply couldn’t bring herself to like Evelyn Windsor.

"Sorry, I only have a brother, no so-called sister. So don’t bother with calling me sister, you don’t deserve it!"

Even though Evelyn knew Violet always had a beef with her, she truly didn’t expect Violet to be so unapologetically disrespectful.

The hands hanging at her sides clenched tightly, but fortunately, she had decent emotional control. Suppressing her anger, she showed a graceful smile:

"Sister Violet, are you still upset that I took your brother Durrell away?"

Violet: "..."

What a massive fake innocent act.

Not long after she was locked in the sports equipment room, she and Durrell Landon amicably "broke up."

As soon as Durrell hinted even slightly that he was single, a swarm of girls quickly flocked around him.

Evelyn was one of the latecomers who rose to prominence.

Knight Tamworth had once told her that the old man of Landon Family both loved and hated Durrell, thus absolutely wouldn’t allow Durrell to slip out of his control.

He wouldn’t allow him a career in politics, business, nor involvement in Landon family affairs.

Yet, oddly enough, he had given him everything a young master of the Landon Family should have.

The Imperial View Manor, often referred to as an artwork, was more like a luxurious cage the master had crafted for his golden finch.

It looked incredibly noble, yet it could never escape its confinement.

In The Capital City, the Windsor Estate had been an intellectual family for a century. Its status was neither high nor low, full of reputation but without power or influence.

To the old man, if Durrell and a woman from a too powerful family married, it would affect Jessie Wong’s status in the Landon Family. However, if he married a woman from a too low status, it would tarnish the Landon Family’s reputation.

Clearly, someone like Evelyn Windsor was the best fit for Durrell’s marriage...

The age matched Durrell’s, and the family background met the old man’s selection.

She suddenly had a feeling that maybe since Durrell started high school, he knew what kind of fate awaited him. Therefore, he accepted Evelyn, allowing her presence around him, giving her that unique honor.

But whether he actually liked her or not...

Perhaps only Durrell himself knew deep down.

But from what she knew about Durrell, if he genuinely loved someone, he would go to any lengths to have them.

Moreover, regardless of whether Durrell liked Evelyn, he couldn’t marry her anymore.

Firstly, Durrell was already married to Quiana Sutton, and secondly, Durrell despised those who left without saying goodbye.

She chuckled softly, her laughter full of implications: "Evelyn, just yesterday, Durrell came to the airport to meet me. Are you sure you’ve taken him?"

After hearing this, Evelyn’s calm face could not maintain itself any longer, turning dark.

"Wow..."

At this moment, a staff member exclaimed.

Seeing Quiana Sutton emerge wearing that dress left her completely stunned.

This dress had been in the store for a while, with many customers trying it on, yet none were able to capture the charm it brought, and even the chief designer from headquarters once said that not even models could capture the essence of the dress.

The black mandala symbolizes unpredictable dark demise and turbulent love, representing a path of no return.

But worn by this lady in front of her, it was as if she saw this mandala flower blooming shockingly beautifully.

The staff sincerely praised, "Miss, this dress suits you very well."

Violet couldn’t help but brighten her eyes: "Cece, I knew it, this dress fits you perfectly."

Hearing the name "Cece" only made Evelyn’s face turn even darker, almost dripping with ink.

Violet seemed indifferent to her, yet was so intimate and enthusiastic with the woman in front of her.

Was it because of Quiana Sutton’s relationship with Durrell?

She whispered, "This dress costs seven figures, can Miss Sutton even afford it?"

Quiana had noticed Evelyn long ago, but since they had no major issues between them, she simply ignored her. Unexpectedly, when she remained silent, Evelyn’s sarcasm was directed at her.

She responded coldly, "No need for Miss Windsor to worry. Not only can I afford it, but even if I couldn’t, my husband can."

Husband?!

Evelyn found those words somewhat laughable.

"Miss Sutton loves to flatter herself, proclaiming to be married just because you’re a kept woman?"

Quiana raised an eyebrow, looking at Evelyn with a half-smile: "Don’t you know? I’m officially married to him, not just some kept relationship."

"What did you say?"

Violet successfully saw a change in Evelyn’s expression.

If not for maintaining her image, she would absolutely have laughed out loud.

Every time Evelyn saw her, she made sarcastic remarks, calling her a loser. Please, that was merely youthful foolishness back then; she just thought having a handsome, outstanding, mysterious boyfriend was cool.

Ever since being locked in the sports equipment room, she had steered clear of Durrell ever since then, not daring to even get involved with him again. If it weren’t for Knight Tamworth’s good relationship with Durrell, perhaps she’d never want to have anything to do with him in her lifetime; for now, she’d only consider Durrell like a brother at most.

The only thing that surprised her a little was that Evelyn was able to deal with those women trying to get close to Durrell so thoroughly.

Those tactics were really quite different from her seemingly gentle and soft demeanor.

She linked arms with Quiana, a smile full of joy on her face: "Cece, don’t bother with her, let’s go pay and leave."

Changing out of the dress, at the register, Quiana deliberately took out the legendary Black Gold Card, said to be exclusive to top-tier global VIPs.

Durrell had given her this card long ago, but she’d never used it once. If not for Evelyn’s provocation, she most likely wouldn’t have used it this time either.

When Evelyn saw that Black Gold Card, her face became a colorful palette, showing a wealth of emotions.

At this moment.

At the Imperial View Manor.

Durrell’s phone vibrated with a message about a transaction.

Over three million.

He hesitated for a moment, but soon a smile appeared on his lips, and a gentle look filled his eyes.

Truly rare.

Charles Foote noticed Durrell lost in thought and curiously wondered what the message was about, but he had more important matters:

"Durrell, are you listening to me?"

Durrell snapped back, looking at him, "What did you just say?"

Charles repeated, "I said, now that your injuries have healed, when shall we take a trip to Scavilla City? Some matters need your personal attention."

Durrell listened, playing with his phone, his expression half-smiling, half-dark: "In a few days, after dealing with other matters, we’ll head to Scavilla."