I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 81: Birthday Banquet

Sitting in the car, Durrell Landon lowered his head and kissed her. The kiss was long and scorching. He only released her when she felt a bit breathless, but still seemed reluctant to part, giving her a tender peck at the corner of her lips.

"Once we’re back at Imperial View Manor, rest up a bit. Tonight, accompany me to a banquet." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"Whose banquet?"

"Violet Foote’s birthday party."

The invitation had arrived several days ago, and he had tossed it aside in his study, initially not planning to go. But now, he had changed his mind.

...

In the evening.

Quiana Sutton woke up from the large bed in the master bedroom, opened the window, took a few breaths of fresh air, and looked down at the scene below. Imperial View Manor indeed deserved its reputation as a world-class masterpiece; even in the desolate autumn, it exuded an extraordinary beauty.

After a while, she closed the window, recalling that she needed to accompany Durrell Landon to Violet Foote’s banquet that evening. She took a bath and found it difficult to choose an outfit.

In the end, she opted for a plain canary yellow evening gown, not too formal, yet not inappropriate.

Having finished her makeup, she stepped out of the master bedroom. When Durrell Landon saw her from where he was seated downstairs, his eyes couldn’t help but light up.

She found a seat, sat down with lazy elegance, and casually glanced at Durrell Landon: "Do I look pretty?"

Durrell Landon’s voice held a trace of laughter: "Of course, my dear wife looks beautiful in anything."

Quiana Sutton heard this and raised her brows, her posture even more languid: "Oh, stop it."

Durrell Landon stood up, walked over to Quiana Sutton, and planted a light kiss on her face: "I meant every word."

Quiana Sutton looked up at him, a faint, misty smile at her eyes, but said nothing more.

Foote Estate’s villa.

Durrell Landon was first to step out of the car. He walked over to Quiana Sutton’s side, opened the car door for her, and shielded the top of her head with his hand, preventing her from hitting it.

As soon as Quiana Sutton got out of the car, she was spotted by the sharp-eyed Violet Foote, who quickly jogged over and linked arms with Quiana Sutton:

"Brother Durrell, can I borrow Cece for a moment? You wouldn’t mind, right?"

It was clear he didn’t want to agree.

Violet didn’t care about his attitude; she had been tricked by him so many times as a child, she had to get some back. She couldn’t trick him again, but someone else clearly could now.

She smiled at Quiana Sutton as if bathed in a spring breeze:

"Cece, will you keep me company for a while?"

Under Durrell Landon’s gaze, Quiana Sutton, somewhat helpless, spread her hands:

"The birthday girl decides today."

With Quiana Sutton’s consent, Violet didn’t even glance at Durrell Landon’s reaction but simply pulled Quiana Sutton away.

Durrell Landon watched the two leave with a displeased look in his eyes.

Charles Foote chuckled and shook his head, patting Durrell Landon on the shoulder: "You seem to be in a particularly good mood today. Did something special happen?"

Durrell Landon cast a faint glance at Charles Foote, as if somewhat irritated: "Isn’t the fact that she is willing to attend Violet Foote’s birthday party with me special enough?"

Charles Foote raised an eyebrow, seemingly understanding.

At the back of the villa.

Violet Foote sat in the pavilion, her posture a bit improper, a blade of grass she had just plucked for no reason at her lips, not showing much birthday cheer, but rather an inexplicable melancholy in her eyes.

Quiana Sutton leaned casually against a pillar and spoke with a lazy tone: "It’s your birthday today, try to be happier."

There’s no way she could be happy, unable to stop herself from complaining: "Even if it’s a birthday party, it’s also a matchmaking session arranged by my father."

Quiana Sutton didn’t move, not even lifting an eyelid: "If you don’t like it, just refuse. The theme today is your birthday party."

In her view, someone as pampered as Violet Foote wouldn’t be forced into marrying a man she didn’t like.

Violet, however, still couldn’t muster much enthusiasm.

Just then, someone lacking in perception came over to provoke: "Miss Foote, you’re truly fortunate. Even if you’ve broken up with Young Master Durrell, your own brother is so close to him, like real brothers. When you want to see Young Master Durrell, you can still meet him from time to time."

Upon hearing Mia Harrington’s voice, Violet Foote couldn’t help maintaining her ladylike demeanor and cursed: "Fuck."

Having dated Durrell Landon was truly the biggest mistake of her life.

Not only did she not experience any benefits of being a girlfriend, but she also had to endure the hatred of so many heiresses in the Capital City.

Casually, she tossed away the blade of grass and raised an eyebrow, standing up to approach Mia Harrington with the advantage of height, unceremoniously taunting:

"What? Are you jealous? Even if Brother Durrell and I broke up, it’s not your turn. Oh, let me think, later on, Brother Durrell would rather have Chloe Cloud around him and never give you a second glance."

The mention of Chloe Cloud made Mia Harrington’s face change, suggesting she was deeply in awe of Chloe Cloud.

Once, she secretly slipped Durrell Landon a love letter, and when Chloe Cloud found out, she was pushed down the stairs, almost disfigured.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t even a camera in that place. Chloe Cloud’s public image was too good, she even tearfully took her to the hospital. Yet, only she knew it was Chloe Cloud who intentionally pushed her. Chloe Cloud’s acting was too convincing, making everyone believe it wasn’t intentional.

She could only swallow her bitterness.

Since then, she never dared come close to Durrell Landon again.

At this moment, an awkward voice interrupted—

"Sorry, I’m lost. Can you tell me where the banquet hall is?"

Aside from Quiana Sutton, everyone present instinctively looked toward the source of the voice.

Violet Foote was about to speak, but the person suddenly noticed Quiana Sutton standing to the side and exclaimed excitedly: "It’s you?"

Thanks to her photographic memory, she clearly remembered that the man in front of her was the one who confessed to her with a thousand drones during her time at Imperial Polytechnic.

Never one to know what embarrassment felt like, she found herself a bit unsure of how to face him now.

She spoke simply: "Young Master Arthur, how do you do."

This time, Mia Harrington also noticed Quiana Sutton, or rather, she had noticed her all along but deliberately ignored her. Now, with her gaze falling on Quiana Sutton, there was a hint of disdain: "Aren’t you the little starlet Quiana Sutton? You actually came to Violet Foote’s birthday party?"

Violet Foote, naturally, defended her.

"It’s my birthday party, and I’ll invite whoever I please. It’s none of your business."

Mia Harrington was sharply rebuffed, momentarily finding herself at a loss for words.

Arthur Winfield’s gaze remained on Quiana Sutton, even tinged with a bit of heartache.

"I never imagined meeting you here. How have you been all these years?"