I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 80: A High-Stakes Gamble

After Quiana Sutton left his clinic, Ian Donovan immediately called Simon Storm.

"Simon, the eldest lady’s alternate personality has appeared again, and it has taken a concrete form. I’m afraid I can’t hypnotize for too long. One day, the main personality will be swallowed up."

Simon Storm’s expression cracked for a moment after hearing this, and his voice carried extreme suppression: "What did you say? Didn’t you say that as long as there were no accidents, her alternate personality wouldn’t awaken?"

This was the second time Ian Donovan heard Simon Storm’s stern tone. Even through the phone, he could feel a cataclysmic force.

He spoke, bearing tremendous pressure to explain:

"Simon, I’m just a psychologist, at most, I can assist from the sidelines. And you know how unruly her temperament is, she never listens to anything I say. I can only forcibly hypnotize that alternate personality. But you also understand, forced hypnosis isn’t sustainable. One day, the alternate personality will seize control of the body with a strong posture."

After a long time, Simon Storm finally spoke: "I’ll visit Capital City shortly."

Quiana Sutton didn’t go directly back to her apartment. She wandered aimlessly and unknowingly arrived at the foot of Dragon’s Awakening Temple.

Dragon’s Awakening Temple is famous for its efficacy, with a continuous stream of visitors, and equally stringent incense offering conditions.

The temple is atop a mountain, and visitors intending to offer incense are not allowed to drive up the mountain; they must climb up on foot.

Step by step, she ascended the stairs, it is rumored that King Ksitigarbha once vowed to save all beings to complete his great vow.

In her view, it’s endless.

On both sides of the steps leading to the mountain top, were hung hand-written ribbons praying for peace.

At this moment, a ribbon suddenly snapped in the middle, drifting right in front of her.

She pulled the ribbon from her face and casually scanned it, surprisingly discovering the words were written by Durrell Landon, which read—

May Lady Quiana Sutton have a peaceful and smooth life.

The joints of her fingers gripping the ribbon stiffened for a moment.

A peaceful and smooth life?

His grandfather hoped that the person who died at that time was her, never wishing her peace and smoothness.

She tucked the ribbon into her pocket and continued walking, unknowingly arriving at the entrance of Dragon’s Awakening Temple.

Visitors crowded, smoke and fire billowed.

The Bodhisattvas lowered their eyes, the Brahma sound unceasing.

She absent-mindedly entered a Buddhist hall and saw before a Buddha statue was an offering that resembled the peace charm Durrell had given her.

Just then, a young monk approached, and she curiously asked, "How can the peace charm be offered before the Buddha statue?"

The young monk glanced at Quiana Sutton, clasped his palms respectfully, saying:

"If the benefactor wishes to offer the peace charm before the Buddha statue, she must hand-copy a hundred volumes of scriptures."

She seemed a bit doubtful that she heard wrong: "Hand-copy a hundred volumes of scriptures?"

The young monk affirmed by saying: "Yes."

She suddenly remembered, when she had a lingering low fever, being tossed in the hospital for over half a month, even mocked by Julian Haworth as pretentious.

At that time, Charles Foote half-jokingly suggested, "I heard Dragon’s Awakening Temple responds to all pleas. Durrell, why not treat the dead horse as a living one?"

She thought Durrell Landon regarded it as a joke, but unexpectedly on the third day, he truly brought her a peace charm.

Even more unexpectedly, she indeed recovered from the fever the next day.

Probably Durrell Landon believed the peace charm could genuinely protect her, so he insisted she always keep it on her.

She found it truly unimaginable what kind of mood Durrell Landon, who never believed in gods or Buddhas, hand-copied those hundred volumes of scriptures.

...

In the temple’s backyard, a massive Bodhi tree stood, its leaves had long fallen, commencing another cycle.

As she approached, a couple was resting on the bench under the Bodhi tree.

The girl coquettishly said to the boy, "It’s really tiring climbing up. Will you carry me down?"

The boy helplessly looked at the girl, his eyes filled with boundless affection: "I really can’t refuse you."

She suddenly remembered that because she always traveled by car, one time, on a whim, she insisted on going out for a walk, unexpectedly encountering a rainstorm when returning.

She couldn’t help but complain about the new dress getting stained, but unexpectedly, Durrell Landon crouched in front of her directly and carried her back.

...

The tangled red dust blurred her eyes, a fleeting three-year period seemed to pass.

If Durrell Landon is a persistent person, then so is she.

Sealed herself in layers of shackles, rendering her breathless.

Yet at this moment, standing below these Buddha statues, what she once thought was an indestructible fortress seemed to be collapsing.

She wanted to make a grand wager.

If she wins, all parties are delighted; if she loses, it’s likely impossible to forget each other.

As for what might happen, perhaps it’s already beyond her control.

She called Durrell Landon.

Durrell Landon, looking at the caller ID, slightly lowered his eyes, ultimately unable to resist, and pressed the answer button.

"Hello—"

Listening to his low, hoarse voice, Quiana Sutton’s nose inexplicably tingled, and her originally cold and hard voice gained a touch of warmth:

"Durrell Landon, you’re right, I’m afraid to fall in love with you, but I’ve figured it out now, I want to make a grand wager with you. Will you accept this bet?"

She seemed to hear the sound of tables and chairs falling over, and Durrell Landon’s incredulous voice: "What did you just say?"

She repeated again: "I said I want to make a grand wager. Will you accept this bet?"

Also reminding him:

"If you agree, then remember, if one day you betray me, you’ll use your life to atone."

Durrell Landon remained silent for a long time before finally reacting, his voice still carrying a trace of unease, unsure if she was serious, until she repeated once more, he finally gained a hint of realism.

"Nothing could be better."

For her, he was obsessed and driven mad; it was his sin.

"By the way, where are you now."

"Dragon’s Awakening Temple."

"Wait for me." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

After hanging up, she wandered around Dragon’s Awakening Temple.

Standing beside the incense burner, the billowing smoke obscured her silhouette slightly. But arriving at the temple, Durrell Landon instantly saw her, striding toward her, extending his right hand: "Will you come back to Imperial View Manor with me?"

She did not answer, just placed her hand in his palm, allowing him to lead her down the mountain.

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