I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 67: Picking the Bird Clean

After Durrell Landon hung up the phone, Charles Foote let out a light "tsk," thinking that guy really doesn’t take any losses.

For Ewan Xyler, winning this kind of case is as easy as closing his eyes, yet he still wants to extort Durrell’s chess set made of jade worth several billion.

Truly shameless.

No wonder that guy can be a lawyer, he has absolutely no bottom line, even if something is black, he’ll argue it’s white.

He put down his teacup, a hint of amusement in his eyes:

"Durrell, she’s completely at odds with East Emperor Entertainment now. I don’t think any entertainment company would want to take her. Why don’t you sign her on with your company?"

Durrell lowered his gaze. Based on what he knew of her, she wouldn’t agree.

"Whatever she wants to do, I’ll always have her back."

Charles raised an eyebrow, saying nothing, as if he expected this.

...

Dawson & Associates.

Quiana Sutton sat on the sofa in the waiting room with Grace Sutton, wearing a mask. Everyone at the firm couldn’t help but want to take a look.

"Doesn’t that woman wearing a mask look like Quiana Sutton?"

"Kind of like, but also not quite."

They weren’t entirely sure. The woman had such a strong aura, even though she was leaning her head on one hand, looking elegantly relaxed, there was a coldness about her that kept people at a distance, as if a layer of frost surrounded her and anyone venturing near would be frozen solid.

Grace was just thinking aloud that if they could get Ewan Xyler to take the case, their chances of winning would be high. She didn’t expect Quiana to directly bring her to Dawson & Associates.

Even Attorney Dawson didn’t outright refuse once he heard their purpose, instead, he smiled and invited them to rest while he reviewed the case, seemingly quite likely to take it.

She suddenly had the urge to kneel to Quiana and call her "dad."

Being around a big shot really reshuffles your worldview every day.

Ewan Xyler finished his call and, smiling warmly, invited Quiana and Grace into his office.

"I’ll take your case. As for the fees, we can go by the standard procedure."

Grace was thrilled. Ewan Xyler wasn’t just the most famous lawyer in Capital City, he was also rumored to have deep connections with the Landon Family. With him involved, victory was assured.

She handed over her phone number, "Attorney Dawson, if you need any information, just give me a call."

Ewan accepted it with a particularly gentle tone, "Alright."

Grace and Quiana didn’t linger, having talked through the necessary details, they prepared to leave. As Quiana was about to open the door, she suddenly turned back to look at him:

"What did you ask for?"

Ewan was surprised for a second, then chuckled softly, "A jade chess set."

Quiana: "..."

No wonder he’s the most famous lawyer in Capital City, there’s nothing he can’t manage.

Grace was a little puzzled at the silent exchange between Quiana and Attorney Dawson.

And she couldn’t tell if it was just her imagination, but she felt like Quiana and Ewan were old acquaintances.

After leaving the firm, Grace asked, "Cece, with Ewan Xyler on board, it shouldn’t be a problem. Once we get the breach of contract payment, what do you plan to do?"

She rubbed her chin, thinking seriously, "How about starting my own studio? You’ve been in the industry so long, you must have contacts."

"Setting up a studio is no problem, it’s just the funding?"

"East Emperor Entertainment owes me thirty million. I’ll use it all to start the studio. If it’s not enough, I’ll pitch in more."

Grace: "..."

She really felt the urge to kneel and call her "dad."

"Cece, who are you really?"

Quiana blinked, "I told you, a family-abandoned heiress."

Grace: "..."

She’d never heard of a disowned heiress being so rich.

Or maybe she just didn’t understand the ways of the wealthy.

...

As night deepened, in Serene Ink Garden, Nathan Firth quietly painted in his room, having only attended the opening of his exhibition on the first day, and never again.

Northmount knocked on the door, waiting for Nathan’s permission before entering, cautiously speaking:

"Master."

Nathan didn’t stop his work, "Any news on Durrell Landon?"

"Heard he blacklisted a young celebrity."

Nathan chuckled disdainfully, "Since when did he become so petty?"

Northmount spoke even more quietly, "It’s just... I heard... that young celebrity previously sent someone to drug the heiress and put her in another man’s bed. The person sent was too weak and got beaten instead, but unexpectedly, the young celebrity recorded it, causing quite a stir online."

Upon hearing this, Nathan’s brush faltered, even making an error on the canvas.

Northmount looked on in disbelief. Only when the master was in an extremely bad mood would he make a mistake, and when he did, someone was sure to suffer.

Nathan wasn’t particularly bothered, instead asking calmly,

"What’s the name of that young celebrity?"

"Iris, Iris Melrose."

Upon hearing this, Nathan pulled the flawed paper off the board and deftly tossed it into the trash can.

Gazing at the discarded paper, his eyes narrowed, his voice filled with chilling coldness.

"Trash belongs in the trash can."

He said, and silently stood, heading outside.

Northmount quickly followed, anticipating that the young celebrity was in for a lot of trouble.

...

Gentle Breeze Cottage.

Autumn had arrived. Quiana emerged from the bathroom after a shower. The evening breeze blew through the open window, bringing in a coolness.

She sat on the balcony, letting the night air brush against her face, cool and damp, a sensation she very much enjoyed.

To be awake amidst chaos, yet to fall in clarity.

Then a phone ringtone broke the room’s gentle cool tranquility. She pressed the answer button, hearing a gentle, meticulous voice:

"Cece..."

"I heard you got into trouble, and now Nathan Firth is in Capital City too. Are you okay?"

In recent days, he had sequestered himself to focus on design work, turning a blind ear to the outside world. Once his work was done, he found the world had seemed to change overnight.

The wall behind her was cold, the marble she sat on even colder, and the wind brushing her face was cool too, so much so that her words carried an icy chill.

"I’m fine. As for Nathan Firth, if he really wants to cause trouble, there’s no point hiding."

Alexander Skylane was a bit regretful, "Had I known earlier, I should have started my own entertainment company."

"Better not, you’re not suited for the entertainment business. You might just ruin the Skylane Estate’s assets."

"Even if you gave me three lifetimes, I couldn’t squander the Skylane Estate."

At this, the soft, meticulous voice seemed to gain several layers of complexity,

"Cece, honestly I’m not afraid of Nathan Firth. I know it was him who threw me into the river, I saw him before I fainted. You might not like me, but I don’t want you to stay away because of him."

...

After hanging up, she tossed her phone aside, turning her head to quietly gaze out the window. The dark and chaotic Capital City seemed poised to swallow every bit of starlight.

Alexander Skylane was too radiant, even if this moon couldn’t light up her, she couldn’t bear seeing this moon obscured by clouds...