I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 57: Hit with Ten Thousand Tons of Impact
After hanging up the phone, Quiana Sutton put the notebook back in its place. She used to enter the entertainment industry more for fun, not taking it seriously. The people who loved her or hated her, she never really cared. But suddenly, she felt she could seriously consider it.
A few days later, she was even more motivated for the Phoenix Road interview.
At this time, she suddenly received a call from Grace Sutton, saying a magazine invited her for a cover shoot.
Just a cover shoot, but why did she feel that Grace Sutton’s tone was not very natural when she said this?
She looked a bit serious: "Sister Grace, does this magazine have any issues?"
Grace Sutton pinched her brow with a headache: "No, this magazine is quite prestigious, but do you know who you’ll be shooting with? It’s Evelyn Windsor."
Quiana Sutton: "..."
She and Evelyn Windsor were not on the same level at all. Making her shoot a magazine with Evelyn Windsor, who are they trying to disgust?
It’s a veiled jab that she has backing and could already shoot a cover with an Oscar-winning actress?
"Can I refuse?"
Grace Sutton hesitated: "I’m afraid not. Evelyn Windsor specifically asked to shoot with you. Her status in the entertainment industry is quite high. Not only is she an Oscar-winning actress, but it’s said that Durrell Landon from the Landon Family also has a special interest in her. The magazine people definitely don’t want to offend her."
"How do you know Durrell Landon is particularly interested in her?"
She didn’t even realize her tone carried a large amount of displeasure when she said this.
However, Grace Sutton didn’t notice anything, only assuming she didn’t want to shoot with Evelyn Windsor.
"That’s what everyone in the Capital City says. Young Master Landon hasn’t had any girlfriends for three years, all because he’s waiting for her. Furthermore, they were classmates in middle school and high school, and they have childhood ties."
Quiana Sutton: "..."
For a moment, she even wanted to go public right away. Damn it, who said Durrell Landon is really so righteous? As soon as Evelyn Windsor left, he secretly married her.
Grace Sutton, seeing the silence on the other end of the phone, couldn’t help worrying a bit and called her name:
"Cece..."
As soon as she said this, she heard a sound of gnashing teeth: "I’m definitely doing this magazine shoot."
Evelyn Windsor hadn’t provoked her, but she still held a grudge against her?
Wasn’t it Evelyn Windsor who left without saying goodbye?
If she hadn’t left without saying goodbye, what would have happened to her?
She wasn’t so cowering, the other party had come to provoke her, and she wouldn’t hide in her shell.
Seeing her agree to the shoot, Grace Sutton added: "Besides the group cover, there will be individual covers too. The magazine counts each person’s sales, Cece, you should be prepared..."
Quiana Sutton: "..."
Her fan numbers should be okay right now, it shouldn’t look too bad, right?
Maybe, probably...
She wasn’t quite sure herself.
... 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
Scavilla City’s international airport.
The plane landed slowly, and a man in a black trench coat walked out from the crowd slowly.
Aaron had already been waiting at the airport, and when he saw Durrell Landon appear, he immediately approached respectfully and said, "Master, the manor is ready, you can rest anytime."
Durrell Landon straightened his sleeves leisurely: "No need to rest, go directly to The Raven."
"Yes."
In Scavilla City, there are four major forces. The Storm family is the local power, called The Church by the people of Scavilla City, and the new master of the Storm family is referred to as the Pope.
However, since the current master Simon Storm was not born to the old head of the Storm family, some people were dissatisfied, and they broke away from The Church to establish their own power. Even if they set up independently, in the eyes of the people of Scavilla City, this force is still just a branch of The Church.
The majority of people at The Raven are outsiders, and for some special reason, they set their headquarters in Scavilla City.
There is also a mysterious force that has never shown itself.
The Raven Headquarters.
Usually, when Durrell Landon and Charles Foote are not around, Aaron is generally in charge of the affairs at The Raven Headquarters. Now that Durrell Landon and Charles Foote have come to The Raven, Aaron turns into a flunky.
"Master Landon, Master Foote, your journey must have been tiring. Are you sure you don’t want to rest first?"
Charles Foote chuckled, teasing, "Come on, hurry up and get the things done. Someone is anxious to go home and hug a beauty."
Aaron: "???"
What does Master Foote mean by that? Why does he feel a bit confused?
He carefully asked Charles Foote, "Master Foote, who is this beauty referring to?"
Charles Foote spoke with meaningful nuance, "Oh, haven’t I told you? Naturally, the beauty refers to his wife."
Aaron: "???"
He felt like his worldview had been shattered by an atomic bomb, turning into fragments beyond recognition.
"Master Foote, when did Master Landon get married? Why is there no news at all?"
As he said this, he was almost in tears. Despite being part of the intelligence department, he was unaware of such crucial news. He felt he might just as well bow his head and apologize by dying.
Charles Foote gave a cursory glance at Aaron, who seemed deeply shocked, and didn’t pay him much mind.
It’s quite normal.
In the eyes of the people at The Raven, Durrell Landon was like their god. How could a god have emotions?
But if they knew how fixated Durrell Landon had become on Quiana Sutton since losing his memory, they would think he had changed completely.
Or rather...
After the car accident, he became more true to himself, sometimes too lazy even to act, or rather, too lazy to disguise anymore.
Acting as if he couldn’t live without her, they would probably be dumbfounded...
Durrell Landon saw Aaron standing there in a daze, with a completely stunned expression. His clear gaze showed a hint of displeasure: "What are you doing standing there dumbly? Hurry up and follow."
Suddenly yelled at, Aaron snapped back to reality instantly and hurriedly followed.
Inside the office.
Once Durrell Landon sat down and took off his coat, Aaron fawningly took the coat from him.
"Master Landon, I’ll take care of the coat."
He hadn’t even taken a step when he felt an overwhelming pressure from a cool gaze pouring down, and his tone turned cold instantly: "Put the coat down."
Aaron felt the immense pressure, as if a mountain had crushed him, almost freezing his blood.
He looked at Charles Foote, not knowing what to do.
He had done this before, and there had been no such bad temper...
Charles Foote helplessly took the coat from Aaron and placed it beside Durrell Landon.
"I know this coat was bought by her, you treasure it dearly, but surely other people can touch it?"
Aaron was stunned for a moment, realizing that this time Master Landon was a bit different from previous times. Master Landon rarely wore trench coats, especially ones with logos, knowing Master Landon’s clothes were always custom-made, never with logos.
Turns out the coat was bought by his wife?
But the master sure is overly jealous, he just touched the coat, and it was like he was going to eat him alive.
He grumbled in his mind but dared not say it out loud.
Durrell Landon noticed Aaron was just standing there without moving, his gaze growing darker and deeper:
"Are you not going to bring over the documents that need reviewing?"
After dealing with these matters, he still needed to pick mementos.
At that moment, Aaron finally confirmed one thing. Master Landon really had become somewhat abnormal.
He waved his tear-filled eyes and walked out...
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