I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 125: No Turning Back

Upon hearing this remark, Quiana Sutton laughed sarcastically.

"There’s no regret potion in this world. Sometimes missing out means it’s gone, never to be returned."

Return...

Could he really still turn back?

Nathan Firth only felt his head splitting from pain; his already pale and frail body was now even weaker, eyes misty and blurry, as if everything before him was starting to blur.

Unable to hold on for a moment, he directly passed out.

Nova panicked immediately upon seeing this, grabbing Oliver Gale’s collar: "What did you do? Why did Master faint?"

Oliver Gale twisted her wrist gently, and Nova screamed in agony, feeling as though her left hand was about to break.

Lunaria and Tide immediately blocked in front of Nova, their expressions somewhat solemn: "Who are you?"

Oliver Gale leisurely dusted off his collar, as if there was dust on it, speaking casually with a laid-back tone, "I’m just a surgeon from Riventon Hospital."

After saying this, he looked at them nonchalantly, "But precisely because I’m a surgeon, I’m particularly familiar with the human body. Of course, I know better than anyone where to stab to kill instantly."

Quiana Sutton was quite surprised; Oliver Gale usually seemed unreliable, but maybe his true strength was unfathomable?

Tide and Lunaria, however, did not share Quiana Sutton’s ease, both extremely tense: "What did you do to Master?"

Oliver Gale’s expression remained calm: "Nothing, he needs a good sleep, so I added some sleep-inducing medication to the saline."

Listening to Nathan Firth’s even and prolonged breathing, Lunaria felt slightly relieved.

But in his eyes, Oliver Gale remained a deeply unpredictable foe.

It was a strange feeling, not just out of intuition, but a fear deeply rooted in memory.

Where had he actually seen him before?

Quiana Sutton ignored the tense standoff between Oliver Gale and Lunaria, pulling Oliver Gale away from the room directly: "Let’s go, I don’t want to stay here anymore."

In the car.

Oliver Gale glanced at Quiana Sutton sitting quietly in the passenger seat: "Where do you want to go now?"

Quiana Sutton: "I don’t know."

She really didn’t know.

Even if Durrell Landon had given her the Imperial View Manor and Universal Corporation, she still felt a sense of unreality.

He clearly had his memory back long ago, yet pretended not to have regained it.

His professed affection for her, how much does it really occupy his heart?

She couldn’t guess, couldn’t see through, nor did she bother to guess anymore.

Loneliness and bewilderment filled her heart, nowhere to rely on, her eyes seemingly sedimented with irreversible love and hate, deep into an iceberg melting without cooling, a shadow impenetrable by sunlight.

She suddenly felt annoyed, disliking herself for being so sentimental.

"Do you have cigarettes?"

"Yes, I do."

Though if Durrell Landon knew he gave Quiana Sutton a cigarette, would he settle the score with him?

Just then her phone rang, she took it out for a glance, Oliver Gale sharp-eyed immediately saw it was Durrell Landon’s number:

"Not answering the phone?"

"Don’t want to answer."

Saying that, she directly pressed the refuse button.

Even turned off the phone.

Durrell Landon listened to the mechanical female voice on the phone "Sorry, the number you dialed is powered off," his eyes revealing a hint of restless agitation.

Grabbing his coat, he was about to leave the hospital when Zeke Landon stopped him: "Durrell, where are you going? Grandpa’s still in the emergency room not yet out."

Durrell Landon’s eyes carried a bit of coldness, his originally gentle features now hardened: "I’m not a doctor, can’t do anything here, I have other matters to handle."

"Stop. You’re going to find her, aren’t you?"

Zeke Landon rubbed his temple anxiously: "She’s not a kid, you haven’t seen her for just a little while, there’s no need to be this nervous."

Durrell Landon paused mid-step wanting to leave, slowly turning back, looking at Zeke Landon with seriousness: "Big brother, have you ever experienced, when you thought life was just black and white, suddenly seeing a flash of color?"

Zeke Landon furrowed his brow slightly, vaguely uneasy: "What... do you mean?"

"I mean, I’ve remembered everything."

Zeke Landon looked at him in shock.

"Durrell, you..."

"I’ve done my duty with the Landon Family, as for grandpa’s life or death, that’s not something I can help." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Zeke Landon watched Durrell Landon’s departing figure, speechless for a long time.

He even had a faint feeling the fraternal bond between him and Durrell Landon was nearing its end.

...

Oliver Gale saw Quiana Sutton looking rather downcast and said:

"Why not let me take you to a more fun place?"

Quiana Sutton: "Where?"

Oliver Gale blinked, looking mysterious: "You’ll know when we get there."

Oliver Gale drove for almost over three hours, she reckoned they were near the edge of Capital City, surroundings growing more desolate, skies darkening, even streetlights flickered off and on.

Until he stopped in front of a villa.

"We’re here."

She glanced casually at the scene around, one thought in her mind—

Dark night, high winds, a time for murder and arson.

Oliver Gale turned off the car, coughed lightly, rarely showing a hint of unease:

"Today I helped you, would you also do me a favor later?"

She glanced at Oliver Gale: "Do you want me to kill the owner of this villa?"

Oliver Gale waved his hands repeatedly:

"No, nothing that exaggerated, just if any women cozy up to me later, help me fend them off."

If she really got her hands dirty, Durrell Landon definitely wouldn’t let him off.

After getting out of the car, a man with a massive beer belly immediately approached, grinning extremely obsequiously: "Young Master Windsor, you’re finally here, we’ve been waiting for you."

This moment, the man noticed Quiana Sutton standing beside Oliver Gale, somewhat surprised and shocked.

"Young Master Windsor, who is this?"

Oliver Gale placed his right hand on her shoulder, "My lady friend."

She glanced at the hand, suppressing the urge to kick him away.

Stunned by her beauty under the dim lighting, her pale face devoid of color, she seemed especially frail and endearing.

Chuckled awkwardly: "So Young Master Windsor likes this type."

Oliver Gale raised an eyebrow, not refuting the man’s words.

Inside, there were three men sitting on the sofa, each with a scantily clad beauty beside him.