I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 82: Caused Trouble

Quiana Sutton looked at him calmly, distant and indifferent: "I’m fine, I don’t need your concern."

Arthur Winfield felt a sharp pain in his heart at that look. He had long known she didn’t like him; back then, he thought he had mishandled things, but after an investigation, he found out that someone had deliberately hacked his operating system.

When he traced back, he discovered the hacker was her.

The investigator told him one sentence—

She left the flaw on purpose.

Her refusal was absolute, but how could youthful affection be forgotten so easily?

He could manage not to pay attention to her, but when she really appeared before him, emotions he thought long dormant began to stir faintly.

Violet Foote’s large, bright eyes moved back and forth between Arthur Winfield and Quiana Sutton, intuitively sensing a secret between them.

She asked curiously, "Arthur, do you know Cece?"

Arthur Winfield smiled lightly as he spoke, seemingly letting go, yet with a hint of self-mockery: "Yes, we were university classmates. Back then, I confessed with a thousand drones, but was ruthlessly rejected."

Violet Foote: "..."

She once again wondered how Durrell Landon managed to win Cece over.

A thousand drones for a confession, such a romantic gesture was also rejected.

She felt a tinge of sympathy for Arthur.

Mia Harrington couldn’t help but speak up, "She debuted at eighteen, are you sure she was your classmate, Arthur?"

"She entered university at fifteen and graduated in a year."

As he said this, he inexplicably felt a touch of pride.

Violet Foote: "..."

She was once again tempted to interrogate Durrell Landon on how he managed to win Cece’s heart.

Could it really be just that unparalleled face?

The Winfield Family used to be aristocrats in the Capital City. Before Durrell came to school, Arthur was the talk of the town. Later, the Winfields left the Capital City and went abroad, and there was little contact.

Recently, he suddenly returned to the country, not high-profile but neither discreet. When she was young, her father had a good impression of him, so he was invited to this birthday banquet.

Now, seeing him still lingering over Cece, great, one less suitor.

She was very satisfied, so much so that even Arthur Winfield seemed pleasant to her.

"Arthur, weren’t you heading to the banquet hall? I’ll take you there."

On the way back to the banquet hall, they unexpectedly saw two people standing not far away.

One was Durrell Landon, the other was someone even Violet Foote didn’t recognize.

She was a bit puzzled, "I don’t remember inviting her to my birthday banquet?"

Arthur quickly spoke up, "I brought her over, she said she wanted to see someone very important."

The woman in front was a more sophisticated version of Chloe Cloud. For some reason, Violet Foote instantly disliked her.

She spoke coldly, "Not just anyone can enter my birthday banquet; even if you brought them, they can’t."

Seeing Violet Foote about to call the guards to expel her, Arthur quickly and nervously shouted, "No—"

Violet Foote looked at him curiously, "Why not?"

Arthur hesitated, "Because, because..."

After stammering for ages, he couldn’t say anything.

"Because she’s Vinny Linnel, eldest daughter of one of the world’s four major conglomerates, the Linnel Family."

Quiana Sutton suddenly spoke up, her tone not loud but incredibly certain, causing Violet and Mia Harrington to look at her simultaneously.

Mia Harrington didn’t believe it at all, only thought Quiana Sutton was talking nonsense.

"You’re just a minor celebrity, how could you possibly know someone like the eldest daughter of one of the world’s four major conglomerates, the Linnel Family."

She thought Quiana Sutton was bluffing.

Seeing Arthur’s odd expression, Violet suddenly realized something and pressed, "Is it really true?"

Arthur nodded with a stiff expression, "Uh, just don’t spread it around."

Curiously looking at Quiana, "How did you know she was Miss Linnel?"

He too had met Miss Linnel during an incidental opportunity when the Winfield Family was developing abroad.

Quiana explained simply, "I saw her name before on the list in the school’s Hall of Fame."

Arthur looked at Quiana half-believingly, but besides this, he couldn’t think of a better reason.

However, he felt that Quiana’s gaze was strange now; if her look at him carried subtle detachment, now even that was gone, leaving only an unnamed coldness with a hint of intrigue that made his heart flutter.

Mia Harrington shrank back beside Violet, whispering, "Why do I feel she seems a bit angry?"

This was also her first time seeing Quiana angry, but if it were her, she would be angry too.

That woman, though kept a distance with Durrell Landon, anyone sensible could see that she clearly had a thing for him.

And crucially, her identity was very high.

If she were indeed a rival in love, it would be akin to a hell-level difficulty.

She whispered to Arthur, "Arthur, is Miss Linnel looking for Durrell Landon?"

Arthur shook his head, "I’m not too sure either."

He was only tasked with protecting Miss Linnel during this period; as for anything else, unless instructed, he wouldn’t proactively ask.

Unless the Winfield Family wanted to quit the scene.

Mia Harrington watched the two people speaking in the distance and had to admit, with Miss Linnel alongside Durrell Landon, they were a match made in heaven— far more fitting than Evelyn Windsor.

She regretted saying, "Evelyn’s been back for so long, but the two haven’t reconciled. I thought there’d be some chance, but then another formidable rival shows up. I’d better stop hoping and find a suitable marriage my father approves of." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Violet rolled her eyes, "You never really had much hope."

Quiana couldn’t bear listening any longer, turned to leave.

"Violet, happy birthday. I have things to do, I’ll leave first."

Violet couldn’t stop her even if she tried.

At this moment, she had only one thought—

Maybe it was her fault.

Durrell Landon finished his conversation with Vinny Linnel, turned around, and saw Violet, but Quiana Sutton wasn’t by her side. His previously calm face instantly turned somber, and he walked straight towards Violet.

"Where is she?"

Violet seldom bore Durrell’s anger; her previously calm demeanor suddenly faltered with stammering: "She...she...probably...went back..."

Durrell turned, made a phone call to Quiana, but after only one ring, it was disconnected.

His already somber face became downright grim.

He coldly looked at Violet, appearing slightly menacing now: "What exactly did you just say?"