I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 70: Do You Enjoy Watching People Struggle?
Quiana Sutton looked at him with a bit of amusement, "Do you enjoy watching people struggle?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the next second, her wrist suddenly tightened, and a great force struck, causing her to sit back on his lap again.
He lifted her chin, making her look directly at him, and spoke with a playful smile, "How could I? Your husband simply wants to maintain his legal rights, or are you unwilling?"
Quiana Sutton: "..."
His tone couldn’t be more gentle, yet the hand around her waist was neither light nor heavy, squeezing her, and inadvertently touching her skin, sending a shiver through her, as if rejecting him would bring immediate consequences.
A strange thought inexplicably crossed her mind, maybe the real Durrell Landon was even more dangerous than Nathan Firth.
Anyone who knew Nathan Firth wouldn’t consider him a good person, only a devil that brings the deepest despair.
But Durrell Landon? Cloaked in gentlemanly decorum, who really knows what lurks beneath?
Bracing herself, she agreed.
"Alright."
She didn’t think extending time would alter her thoughts anyway.
After Quiana Sutton left, the shimmering ripples in Durrell Landon’s gaze instantly froze, appearing slightly dangerous.
"The person in charge of Between Clouds and Waters should be replaced."
Oliver Gale raised his eyebrow, agreeing with him.
Whether it’s the staff or the manager at Between Clouds and Waters, daring to leak their whereabouts, they should be ready for the consequences.
Julian Haworth remembered something: "Speaking of which, why didn’t Knight Tamworth come tonight?"
Durrell Landon lowered his eyes, picked up a glass of wine, and said lightly, "Violet Foote isn’t feeling well, he’s taking care of her at the Foote Estate."
Upon hearing this, Oliver Gale’s eyes slightly shifted, whispering, "Wouldn’t it be better to call a doctor if she’s unwell? Does he really need to take care of her personally? Let’s hope he doesn’t go down that path."
Julian Haworth looked puzzled, "What do you guys mean?"
Oliver Gale looked at Julian Haworth in exasperation, thinking he was beyond help.
His close relationship with Knight Tamworth still didn’t enable him to see through Knight’s thoughts.
He patted Julian Haworth’s shoulder, "Now I get why Knight Tamworth enjoys spending time with you."
Julian Haworth became interested, "Why?"
"Because... you’re naïve..."
Julian Haworth: "..."
He froze for a second, then exploded, grabbing a nearby pillow and throwing it at Oliver Gale, "Get lost..."
Isn’t naïve just another way to call someone dumb???!!!
He was about to die of anger.
Oliver Gale caught the pillow steadily, smiled wryly, and shook his head.
...
After leaving Between Clouds and Waters, Quiana Sutton received a call, and the voice on the other end was as flamboyant as ever, "Tsk tsk tsk, didn’t you ask me to investigate Nathan Firth’s past? I’ve recently discovered something quite interesting."
"What is it?"
"Lunaria, Tide, Nova, and Livia, these four guardians by Nathan Firth’s side have all secretly arrived in Capital City recently."
Quiana Sutton: "..."
She suspected she’d misheard, "Are you joking with me?"
Bringing those four to Capital City, is Nathan Firth aiming to destroy the entire city?
Hearing this, Clara Hale immediately became displeased, "You can question me on anything else, but never doubt my capabilities."
Quiana Sutton was silent for a while before speaking, "I understand, please continue investigating Nathan Firth’s lineage for me."
It’s not Nathan Firth making moves that worries them, it’s when there’s no movement at all.
The person who can mobilize the four guardians certainly won’t be an easy opponent.
...
At this moment.
In Serene Ink Garden.
Nathan Firth was painting an oil painting, even his abstract style clearly showed what he painted.
Inside a golden cage, a woman was trapped, bound by countless shackles, with a halted time wheel behind her.
She’s confined by time, identity, and fate controlled by others, forever deprived of freedom.
The four guardians knelt beside him, and without Nathan Firth’s command, they dared not speak.
Once he finished part of the painting, he spoke lightly, "You may all leave now. I’ll notify you once I’ve made arrangements."
The four guardians acknowledged, "Yes."
Before they left, Nova suddenly spoke, "Master, I heard that the young lady married the second young master of the Landon Family, is that true?"
Upon hearing this, Nathan Firth’s painting hand paused.
Lunaria frantically gestured to her, but she pretended not to notice.
"Master, the young lady has betrayed you..."
Nova’s voice abruptly cut off, leaving only the suffocating fear and trembling.
The immensely valuable paintbrush aimed at her throat was no longer a mere tool for art but a blade, capable of piercing through her throat at Nathan Firth’s slightest exertion.
"Have I not mentioned that no one is allowed to discuss anything about her, including you?" Nathan Firth’s lips curled coldly, his gaze was even colder and devoid of any warmth:
"You’d better engrave these words in your mind, or next time, it might be your last."
"Did you understand?"
"Yes... yes," Nova answered in a trembling voice.
For a brief moment, she truly believed she was going to be killed.
The remaining three felt Nathan Firth’s murderous intent recede and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After exiting the room, Lunaria gave Nova a cold glance, loaded with chilling warnings:
"I know you have feelings for the master, but let me advise you, if you don’t want us all to die because of you, don’t act rashly.
You should be very aware of Miss Quiana Sutton’s standing in the master’s heart, even Charlotte Sutton falls far short comparatively."
To the master, Miss Quiana Sutton is like his lifeline, though his concern is slightly twisted.
He suffers yet demands the young lady suffers with him.
But if the entire world decides to trouble the young lady, the master will unhesitatingly face the world for her sake.
Nova’s expression turned grim, but she couldn’t deny Lunaria’s words were false.
She expected the master to react more frantically upon hearing the young lady’s marriage, yet the calmness surprised her.
He even suppressed his nature with this composure.
She said nothing, merely sneered, "Understood."
Upon finishing, she turned to leave.
Tide looked at Nova’s departing figure and casually asked, "Where are you going?"
Without turning her head, she responded, "To the bar. The master said he’d contact us if needed; otherwise, we’re free to move around."
Tide raised an eyebrow, conceding to her words.
Seeing Tide was about to leave too, Lunaria stopped him, "Where are you planning to go?"
Tide moved closer to Lunaria and patted her shoulder, "Don’t be so tense. Nova is right, we’re rarely in Capital City, let’s enjoy our time here until the master calls."
