I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 59: Golden-Brilliance

At this moment, a comment caught everyone’s attention.

[Ahhh, did I just see it wrong, was that the shadow of Emperor Landon just now?]

[Impossible, you must be seeing things.]

[Damn! I went back and watched it 32 times, and it really was Emperor Landon. What kind of dumb luck do you have to encounter two massive heartthrobs in one day?]

[Ugh, another day of envying you...]

Everyone online was basically drawn to Nathan Firth and Durrell Landon. As for the content posted by YXH, it was essentially ignored.

Evelyn Windsor saw that the online posters she arranged were completely ineffective, and she was so angry that she almost smashed her phone. It took a lot to calm down.

She looked at Nathan Firth, who was at the top of the hot list, and felt thoughtful.

Aside from an Oscar title, she had no other accolades. If she could collaborate with this world-renowned painter, it would greatly boost her fame.

Thinking about this, she immediately made a phone call.

...

Quiana Sutton’s face changed drastically when she saw the video on her phone, and any sleepiness vanished as she jumped out of bed.

Back then, she chose Capital City out of many places worldwide because Nathan Firth said he’d never set foot on this loathsome land in his life.

Now he not only came to Capital City but also planned to hold an art exhibition?

She always felt that this matter wasn’t so simple.

Ardane International Airport.

As Durrell Landon brushed past Nathan Firth, he paused. Although the other was wearing sunglasses, and he couldn’t see the face clearly, the aura was full of a gloomy, ominous feeling that was uncomfortable yet subtly captivating his gaze.

Charles Foote, seeing Durrell Landon continuously staring at the other person, curiously asked:

"Durrell, what are you looking at?"

Durrell Landon squinted slightly, "That person just now seemed very familiar. I feel like I have seen them somewhere before."

"Really?"

Charles Foote did not say more; since Durrell felt the person might be suspicious, they should investigate properly.

Imperial View Manor.

As soon as Durrell Landon entered the house, he saw Quiana Sutton sitting on a single-seater sofa, resting her chin on her hand casually. Her expression was ice-cold, eyes seemingly filled with a thin layer of frost, the entire person imbued with an overpowering chill.

Durrell Landon glanced at her, furrowed his brows slightly, and ultimately said nothing, simply handing over a box: "Here, the souvenir I promised you."

Quiana Sutton took it and placed it aside casually, muttering a "thank you."

Seeing this indifferent attitude, Durrell Landon’s demeanor grew slightly colder.

"Aren’t you going to open it up and take a look?"

"Sorry, I’m really not in the mood right now."

Since learning Nathan Firth was coming to Capital City, she’s been tense and on edge.

There’s no mood to appreciate souvenirs.

He had gone through more than half of Scavilla City to buy her this souvenir and even almost had a conflict with The Church midway, yet she didn’t even glance at it.

Quiana Sutton suddenly noticed Durrell Landon’s face seemed gloomy but maintained a restrained look, making him appear even more intimidating. She was momentarily stunned and subconsciously asked:

"What’s wrong with you?"

He looked icy at Quiana Sutton, and finally, only said three words: "Nothing much."

After speaking, he flicked his sleeves and headed directly to the master bedroom.

Quiana Sutton watched his departing figure, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.

Her gaze fell on the souvenir Durrell Landon brought for her — was it because she didn’t open the gift immediately?

Aren’t souvenirs usually bought at the airport?

She thought Durrell Landon was thinking the same way, but when she opened the box, her eyes lit up immediately.

It was her favorite model.

The mecha model she had been thinking about for a long time.

In her childhood, harshly pushed by her grandfather, she had long since thrown away her little preferences into the trash, and eventually, even she forgot about them.

How did Durrell Landon know she liked this mecha model?

Also, this mecha model is already quite dated, making it not easy to find.

Scavilla City is not a production site; finding it must have taken quite a bit of effort.

Durrell Landon must have expended a lot of effort to find it, right?

To say she wasn’t even a bit touched would be impossible.

After returning to the master bedroom and taking a shower, Durrell Landon immediately received a call from Charles Foote.

The tone was one of unprecedented gravity.

"Durrell, the person we saw at the airport today has quite the background. He’s Nathan Firth, the adopted son of one of the world’s four major consortia, the Golden-Brilliance Suttons. He’s a world-renowned painter, here in Capital City for an exhibition. More importantly, his history before the age of twelve is a complete blank."

Suddenly, he inexplicably thought of Quiana Sutton.

Quiana Sutton also had a blank history before the age of ten.

But Quiana Sutton didn’t seem to have any connection to Golden-Brilliance.

The Suttons publicly announced only Charlotte Sutton as their daughter, with no mention of any other daughter.

Durrell Landon casually sat down on the sofa, eyes filled with a hint of coolness: "Knight Tamworth, do you think someone like that needs to come to Capital City personally to host an exhibit?"

"I understand; I’ll keep a close watch."

...

After Durrell Landon hung up the phone, Quiana Sutton came in holding the mecha model.

"I really like it, thank you for the souvenir."

Seeing Quiana Sutton, the cool air filling Durrell Landon’s eyes dissipated quite a bit. He slightly curled his lips, "As long as you like it."

Quiana Sutton was quite curious: "By the way, how did you know I liked this mecha model?"

Durrell Landon casually replied: "I guessed."

Quiana Sutton: "..."

Such a perfunctory answer; he’s not a worm in her stomach, how could he guess so accurately?

Durrell Landon was not in the mood to answer, and she didn’t probe further, holding the mecha model and playing with it for a while. She felt an illusion as if her childhood had finally been compensated.

She was so engrossed or perhaps she had completely let down her guard around Durrell Landon that she didn’t notice him intently watching her with a warmth in his gaze that could almost melt someone.

After a while, he suddenly spoke:

"Since you like it so much, shouldn’t you give me some thanks?"

"What kind of thanks are you looking for?"

"What do you think?"

As soon as the words fell, she suddenly felt her chin being tilted up, a refreshing breath drawing closer little by little, his face, enough to astonish the world, gradually enlarging before her eyes. She instantly knew what he was going to do, quickly saying:

"Hold on, I was just playing on the floor. Aren’t you a neat freak? Didn’t you shower as soon as you got back?"

"Not with you, I’m not."

The next second, she was lifted into the air and placed on the sofa, then a warm touch pressed against her lips, and before she could react, she felt her breath completely seized.

...