I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 66: Profiting from Others’ Misfortune
After Grace Sutton left the headquarters of East Emperor Entertainment, she felt that she couldn’t just sit around and do nothing. Although she wasn’t too keen on it, she decided to call her ex-boyfriend, Owen Xavier.
Owen Xavier was a director at a public relations company, and as long as he was willing, he could suppress this matter.
Grace quoted him a figure based on market rates, and after hearing it, Owen only proposed one condition: they had to get back together for him to help Quiana Sutton suppress the issue.
Grace nearly cursed out loud. He was the one who insisted on breaking up back then, and now he regrets it and wants to get back together?
How could things be so convenient in this world? 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
Without hesitation, she hung up the phone.
Owen didn’t get angry; instead, he sent her a message—
If you change your mind, you can contact me anytime.
Grace looked at the text, chuckled, and said, "Scumbag," then deleted it without hesitation.
While pondering who else could help, she noticed that Quiana Sutton’s online reputation was changing rapidly.
Was Quiana simply lucky, or was someone secretly helping her?
Grace wasn’t one to be easily fooled. Since Alexander Skylane had Quiana represent Manjushaka, she had vaguely felt that the seemingly real or fake mysterious aura surrounding Quiana was slowly being unveiled.
She called Quiana: "Cece, did you find someone to do the online stuff?"
Quiana yawned and lazily replied, "No, maybe I’m just lucky."
Grace: "..."
If Quiana said it was luck, then it must be luck. Now that she decided to stand with Quiana, it meant they were in the same boat, and there was something she had to clarify.
"Cece, East Emperor Entertainment wants to terminate your contract. From what I know, you’ll need to pay a termination fee of ten million."
Quiana sneered: "Have the executives at East Emperor gone crazy? They want to cancel my contract and still make me pay a termination fee?"
"They’re banking on you being defenseless. If you dare to sue them, you’ll surely lose. And once you sue your former employer, they’ll spread it widely, making it impossible for you to sign with any other company. If you want to stay in this industry, you’ll have to pay the ten million termination fee obediently."
Does East Emperor Entertainment think she’s easy to manipulate like a soft persimmon?
"Well, Miss Sutton..."
Grace let out a sound of acknowledgment. She rarely heard Quiana speak to her in such a sinister tone, and reflexively, she straightened up, goosebumps rising on her skin.
"I’m here, I’m listening..."
"Miss Sutton, not only will I not pay that ten million, but I’ll also make East Emperor pay me thirty million."
Grace: "..."
She also couldn’t stand East Emperor Entertainment’s antics, but their legal department was formidable and had never lost a lawsuit.
Even other entertainment companies were wary of them, let alone just Quiana.
She quickly advised, "Cece, don’t be too impulsive."
"Miss Sutton, I know what I’m doing."
Grace fell silent, but dutifully reminded her:
"If you insist on suing East Emperor Entertainment, you might not be able to sign with any entertainment company afterward."
After all, no entertainment company wants an artist who dares to defy them.
If she can’t sign, she’ll just set up her own studio. It’s not like she likes being controlled anyway.
"Miss Sutton, thank you. I know what I’m doing. Let’s settle the East Emperor matter before thinking about the next steps."
Grace said no more. She knew that once Quiana set her mind on something, nothing could deter her, not even the sky falling.
The best Grace could do now was to find a good law firm to collaborate with in the Capital City.
...
Inside Imperial View Manor.
Charles Foote noticed that Durrell Landon had a gloomy expression since entering and asked curiously, "Did you have a fight with Quiana?"
"No, it’s just that I suddenly realized something."
Charles was intrigued, "What is it? Did you discover that Quiana isn’t all that special?"
Durrell glared at him, "I realized that if I get one step closer to her, she takes three steps back, but if I step back three steps, she comes one step closer to me."
It was like there was an insurmountable chasm between them.
She purposely maintained this delicate and balanced relationship.
Durrell rubbed his temples, slightly troubled, wondering what he needed to do to get her to leave her world and be willing to enter his.
Just then, his phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and answered, and from the other end came a man’s lazy yet playful voice.
"Young Master Landon, long time no see."
Durrell’s stern expression remained unchanged, and he spoke coldly, "Ewan Xyler, get to the point."
Ewan clicked his tongue, "It’s rare for us to have a call, you’re being too indifferent."
Durrell squinted, called him by name nonchalantly, "Ewan Xyler—"
The line fell silent for a few seconds, and he could sense that Durrell might truly be upset, so he quickly spoke up:
"Guess who I saw at the law firm today?"
"Another one of your rich lady friends?"
Ewan: "..."
That made it sound like he was a gigolo.
After lighting a cigarette and calming down, Ewan finally said:
"Your wife, I saw your wife at the law firm. Honestly, when I saw her, I thought she was there to divorce you."
After all, when a woman accompanies another woman to a law firm, it’s often for divorce.
Moreover, back when they got married, he was the one who did their prenuptial agreement.
He initially thought it was Durrell who wanted the prenup, but it turned out to be Miss Sutton, who had said something that left a lasting impression.
She said she only wanted to sleep with him and wasn’t interested in his money.
A person as unique as her left a lasting impression on him.
Of course, anyone who’s seen Miss Sutton in person wouldn’t forget her easily.
Durrell lowered his gaze, a flicker of panic flashing by, but his tone remained calm:
"What was she doing there?"
"She’s going to sue East Emperor Entertainment and make them pay her three times the termination fee."
"Isn’t this a piece of cake for you?"
Ewan chuckled lightly, "It’s a walk in the park for me, but you know, I’m always busy, and I don’t even look at cases below a billion, let alone take them."
Durrell knew that with Ewan’s personality, he wouldn’t call without reason. "What do you want?"
Ewan laughed softly, entirely unembarrassed by his opportunism, "I remember you have a set of alabaster chess pieces in your Imperial View Manor?"
"I’ll have someone deliver it to you tomorrow."
Ewan: "Deal."
