I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 100: Poaching

With the help of the servant, Durrell Landon returned to bed, with a hint of fragility and weariness in his eyes: "Your lady?"

When mentioning her lady, the servant was full of admiration: "Yes! It’s my lady who brought you back from Yadaga."

"Who is your lady?"

"Vinny Linnel."

...

Durrell Landon’s memory was slowly coming back at this moment.

He suddenly remembered receiving a call that used a Transformation Device, saying his elder brother was in their hands, and even showed a video. He had checked it and found it wasn’t fake, so he decided to see for himself.

He used the Landon Family’s private plane.

Flying over a stretch of sea, the pilot suddenly told him that the screws on the left wing started to loosen and the plane might disintegrate in less than five minutes.

At that time, he had only one thought in his mind, he couldn’t die. If he died, he would never see Quiana Sutton again.

He forced himself to calm down and instructed the pilot to carry a parachute and lower the plane to a height for jumping.

A second before the plane disintegrated, he sent the coordinates to Charles Foote.

Falling from a high altitude, he was somewhat buffeted by the airflow and was injured during the landing.

He originally thought that the person coming to rescue him would definitely be Charles Foote but ended up being brought back by Vinny Linnel.

Could he understand this to mean that, from the time he left Capital City, Vinny had already sent people to monitor him?

Or perhaps ever since she entered Capital City, she had people watching him.

Thinking of this fact, his gaze deepened dramatically: "I want to see your lady."

The servant wanted to say that it wouldn’t be too late to see the young lady after he recovered. But upon seeing his icy cold gaze, he couldn’t say a word and quickly responded: "I will report to the young lady now."

Less than ten minutes later, Vinny Linnel walked over, seeing Durrell Landon awake, a slight smile appearing:

"You’re finally awake?"

Seeing Vinny approach, Durrell Landon’s eyes did not show much joy. Instead, his expression was cold: "Why didn’t you send me back to Capital City? Instead, bring me to this place?"

Vinny curled her lips, a smile that didn’t reach her eyes:

"I saved you. The first thing you should say to me isn’t a thank you?"

Durrell’s eyebrows remained tightly knit: "My patience is limited. State your terms, and I’ll do what I can within my ability."

Vinny’s smile widened a bit: "Your life isn’t something that can be measured easily."

Durrell had lost his patience: "Terms."

Even if Durrell didn’t show his aversion to her, she could at least be clear that he didn’t like her.

But unfortunately, he was destined to be hers.

She wanted to reach out and touch his face, but he subtly moved away; she wasn’t annoyed, knowing they still had time.

She opened her mouth slowly: "You aren’t like this with Quiana Sutton. You protect her painstakingly, sparing no effort."

Durrell turned his face away, his voice carrying a hint of coolness: "She is my wife, naturally different from others."

Vinny laughed softly, the laughter carrying a hint of ridicule: "Durrell, I should be your wife, the special one, should be me."

Durrell finally turned to look at her, his voice chilly and mirthless: "You are engaged to the White Family’s young master, but I’ve already said, I don’t care for anything from the White Family."

As if not hearing, Vinny continued to speak slowly:

"You may not care about the White Family’s possessions, but are you sure the mere Landon Family can protect her?" as she said this, her expression changed, taking on a slightly cruel edge: "If I wish, there won’t be a place for her in this world."

Hearing these words, Durrell’s hands hung by his sides clenched unconsciously, a hint of madness in his eyes: "If you dare harm her, the Linnel Family will also cease to exist."

Vinny suddenly laughed:

"Durrell, mutually assured destruction means you can completely ruin the Linnel Family, but are you sure that’s the outcome you want?"

Seeing that Durrell did not speak again, Vinny continued slowly, with a hint of devilish temptation:

"As long as you obediently marry me, I promise not to touch her."

...

Time slipped into the early hours.

The Raven Headquarters was still brightly lit at this hour. Charles Foote sat at his main seat, his face heavy, having barely slept well these past three days.

Aaron saw Charles overworking himself searching for their leader, his eyes turning red from exhaustion and couldn’t help but worry.

"Sir Knight, should you rest a while?"

Charles flatly refused.

"No need!"

Unable to find Durrell Landon, he had no interest in resting.

At this time, he suddenly received a call from an unknown number. He frowned slightly, an inexplicable intuition striking him as he hurriedly pressed the answer button—

"Who is this?"

The other party paused for a moment before speaking, with a voice hoarse and indescribable: "Knight Tamworth, it’s me."

Hearing this familiar voice, for the first time, Charles lost his usual elegance, jumping up from his seat:

"Durrell, are you alright?"

"Yes, big luck, didn’t die."

"By the way, let her know I’m safe."

Charles was confused: "Why don’t you call her yourself? Also, where exactly are you now? We went to Yadaga looking for you, they said your fiancée took you away? What’s going on?"

"Give me some time, I’ll come back and explain."

"Also, manage everything in Universal Corporation for me in the meantime."

Charles: "..."

After Durrell finished speaking, he hung up the phone. From those words, the information received filled Charles with anxiety and worry, thinking that something major might have happened.

These past few days, Quiana Sutton had also been busy searching for news of Durrell Landon, but unfortunately, it was as if he vanished from this world without a trace.

She rubbed her forehead, slightly pained.

Just then, she received a call from Charles, who said there was news of Durrell Landon and it was confirmed he was still alive.

Hearing that Durrell was alive, the anxiety of the past few days finally settled, but in the next second, she realized something.

"Sir Charles, where is Durrell now? How do you know he’s still alive?"

Charles curled his fingers, pinching his brow, suppressing all irritability and unease.

He knew he couldn’t fool her so easily, so he spoke honestly.

"Durrell called me, but he didn’t mention his location, only saying he would return to Capital City after some time."