I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 56: You Are My Love, Desire, Longing, My Only Choice
At this moment.
Everstar Pavilion.
Northmount handed over the information he had gathered with trembling hands to Nathan Firth.
No matter who the young lady has been associating with, it doesn’t matter anymore. The mere fact that she dared to marry someone in secret is enough to anger the master.
At this point, he couldn’t even imagine what the master’s reaction would be after learning about it.
Nathan Firth took the information Northmount had gathered, and after reading it, a violent and chilling aura suddenly filled the studio. It felt like a madness intent on tearing the world apart, making even Northmount, who had mentally prepared himself, feel a sense of terror and subconsciously step back.
"Durrell Landon... you should die anyway, and now you dare to marry her?"
Nathan Firth narrowed his eyes slightly, pursed his lips into a light smile, a smile of unparalleled elegance, but the depths of his eyes held an unfathomable darkness. He coldly ordered:
"Advance the plan, leave tomorrow."
Northmount had a mistaken feeling of surviving a disaster, shivering as he replied: "I understand, sir."
*
*
Imperial View Manor.
After getting out of bed, Quiana Sutton felt a bit too bored, and began to wander around Imperial View Manor.
Durrell Landon had never given her any restrictions about where she could go, so she randomly pushed open a door and found it was a study room.
The study was filled with works of literature, history, economics, and various other topics.
There were books not only in Chinese and English but also in other languages.
Almost every book was available in six languages.
She pulled out one book and casually flipped through it, surprised to find that Durrell Landon had such a collecting habit.
Among them were some collectibles and rare editions.
At this moment, she unintentionally noticed a notebook with a yellowing cover, which seemed out of place among these hardcover books.
In the past, she might not have had any interest in Durrell Landon’s secrets and might have just ignored it.
Today, however, she inexplicably took out this notebook.
The notebook was quite worn, and as she pulled it out, two photographs fell from it.
She bent down and picked them up.
The person in the photos was incredibly beautiful, even in the pictures she could feel a gentle smoky aura surrounding them, making them appear almost otherworldly, but this beauty wasn’t aggressive, and looked very gentle. It probably represented the type of beauty Durrell mentioned, the delicate beauty that spoke in soft tones like the rains of Jiangnan.
However, the person in the photo bore a resemblance to Durrell Landon, she guessed the person might be Durrell’s mother.
As for the second photo...
It was undoubtedly her!
This photo wasn’t from her magazine and photo shoots since she debuted, but from her earlier times.
The scene in the picture was when she was studying at Imperial Polytechnic.
If she remembered correctly, at that time at Imperial Polytechnic, the young master of the Winfield Family had bought a thousand drones to spell out "I love Quiana Sutton" in front of the teaching building, playing it repeatedly.
At that time, she was quite annoyed by this young master, and directly hacked into the control program, modifying the operation, and changed those words into a single word: "Scram."
Young master didn’t know she changed the program, and thought he misoperated, thus threw a huge tantrum.
After she did all this, she breezily left, leaving only a casual smile behind.
She thought nobody saw her at the time, did Durrell Landon see it?
Suddenly, she really wanted to make a call to Durrell Landon, to ask if he had known her long ago.
Then she thought, he had lost his memory and didn’t remember her, asking would be in vain.
She sat on the floor, continuing to flip through the notebook, on each page there was a drawing of a person.
Clearly, the person in the pictures was still her.
Every page showed her different expressions, different actions.
On the last page, there was a sentence written in English—
I choose you in all my choices.
This was how he translated it—
You are my love, my desire, my yearning, my only choice.
Suddenly she really wanted to call Durrell Landon.
She was a person of action, thinking to call him, she directly took out her phone from her pocket.
Found Durrell Landon’s phone number and dialed it.
Uncertain how long the ringtone rang, suddenly a magnetic and seductive voice entered her ear:
"Hello—"
Suddenly hearing Durrell Landon’s voice, for a moment she didn’t know what to say.
Should she say she missed him?
A line like that didn’t seem fitting for her identity.
Seeing her not speaking for a long time, Durrell Landon also didn’t know what was happening, slightly frowned:
"Calling me suddenly, did something important happen?"
He was also a bit surprised, didn’t expect Quiana Sutton to suddenly call him.
She steadied herself, lightly coughed, and then spoke:
"I’m a bit bored at Imperial View Manor, entered your study, is there anything of mine that I shouldn’t look at?"
"No, you can do whatever you want."
At this moment, she heard a mechanical announcement—
Ladies and gentlemen, we will soon arrive at Scavilla, please get ready.
Curiously she asked: "Are you on a plane?"
"Yes."
Without thinking, she asked: "When will you return?"
Durrell Landon chuckled softly, like drops of water falling on a lake creating ripples: "Do you miss me?"
She froze for a moment, after a while squeezing out a sentence: "No..."
After saying this, it seemed not very convincing, she sulkily drew circles on the soft carpet.
She suddenly felt Durrell Landon was truly toxic.
Actually arousing her desires.
No love or greed, then there was yearning.
Even though Quiana Sutton denied it, this moment he was still in a good mood, explaining to her:
"Handling some matters, will be back soon."
She simply responded with an "Oh," not speaking further.
Both didn’t say anything again, eventually, Durrell Landon broke the silence:
"I’ll bring you a souvenir."
Quiana Sutton muttered: "Who cares about your souvenir."
Though she said so, the corners of her lips still involuntarily lifted up.
After hanging up the phone, Knight Tamworth unexpectedly found out that Durrell Landon’s enchanting face seemed to show signs of thawing, curiously asked:
"Durrell, whose call was it?"
Durrell Landon casually replied:
"Quiana Sutton."
Originally he had intended to probe Quiana Sutton’s feelings towards him with a teasing approach, but when she called, his heart instantly softened.
"Finish handling things early and return early."
Knight Tamworth: "..."
Who was the one who told him earlier to stay in Scavilla for a few more days?
Now couldn’t even stay a single day?
He helplessly rubbed his forehead, Durrell Landon was really hopeless...
