I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 92: Framing

Durrell Landon’s room and her room were actually not on the same floor.

Although she was the leading lady and Durrell Landon was the leading man, being the second young master of the Landon Family, he naturally had certain privileges.

The production crew arranged for him to stay in the most luxurious suite on the top floor.

She peeked out and quickly slipped out the door once she was sure no one was around.

Durrell Landon watched her actions and couldn’t help but chuckle.

When she got to her own floor, she was surprised to find quite a few people standing outside her door.

She was a bit taken aback.

What was happening???!!!

She hadn’t slept in her own room last night, but it shouldn’t be a big deal, right?

She stood not far away, arms crossed, leaning against the wall, without making any more moves.

William Parker glanced around at the murmuring crowd, displeased, "What’s all the noise about so early in the morning?"

"Director, yesterday Victor Miller sneaked into Quiana Sutton’s room, and I caught him," said Isla Firth, who had confronted Quiana Sutton yesterday.

Quiana Sutton’s eye twitched fiercely after hearing this.

She roughly understood what they were trying to do.

They wanted someone to see a man leaving her room to ruin her reputation and confirm she was secretly promiscuous.

Having been in showbiz for so many years, Grace Sutton immediately understood their tactics.

"That’s impossible!"

"The hotel access cards are unique. How did you get into Quiana Sutton’s room?"

Victor Miller looked up at Grace Sutton without any shame of being caught, even with a hint of smugness, "Of course, Quiana Sutton let me in herself."

Grace Sutton couldn’t believe that Quiana Sutton would be interested in someone as ordinary as Victor Miller.

For heaven’s sake, he wasn’t even one percent as good-looking as her uncle!

Yet there Victor Miller was at the entrance of Quiana’s room, leaving her speechless for a moment.

Suddenly, she realized something important.

"Where is Quiana Sutton?"

The crowd, too, just noticed the protagonist of the scandal wasn’t present.

There was a flurry of whispers—

"Could she be scared to show up because she was caught?"

"If it were me, I’d be too afraid to show up."

...

Suddenly, a voice interjected, "Who said I wouldn’t show up."

Everyone instinctively turned toward the voice, only to see Quiana Sutton standing not far away, quietly watching them. Beneath her calm gaze was an underlying danger, causing everyone to shiver involuntarily.

Grace Sutton hurried over to Quiana as soon as she saw her, looking worried, "What the hell is going on?"

Quiana walked step by step toward Victor Miller, and everyone instinctively made way for her.

Quiana stopped in front of Victor Miller, her eyes filled with icy coldness, "I’m also curious what’s going on. I wasn’t in my room at all last night, so how did I let you in?"

Victor Miller felt a bit unsettled but stubbornly said, "Don’t be shy, we’re all adults here, I’ll take responsibility for you."

Quiana let out a cold laugh, showing signs of anger.

"I’ll ask again, I wasn’t in my room last night. How did you get in?"

Victor Miller still insisted that Quiana let him in.

At this point, a cool voice spoke up:

"I was drunk and not feeling well last night. Miss Sutton took me to Riventon Hospital and only returned after dawn. I’m quite curious how she let you into her room."

Upon hearing this, Isla Firth screamed, "That’s impossible—"

Durrell Landon’s expression instantly turned grim.

"How is it impossible? Are you accusing me of lying?"

Isla Firth backed away a few steps, "No, no, I didn’t mean that."

No one expected that Quiana had taken Durrell to a hospital last night and wasn’t in her room at all.

But what shocked everyone even more was that Durrell actually came out to clarify.

It’s well-known that Young Master Landon usually avoids any entanglements with actresses.

A night out, going alone to the hospital, the unknown details between those events could lead to much speculation...

Then, Quiana quietly spoke again, "Oh, I forgot to mention, after I left the room yesterday, I installed a camera in it. Checking the footage will show exactly what happened."

Grace Sutton, relieved to hear about the camera, gave Victor Miller a resentful look.

"So what really happened? We’ll know once we check the footage."

Victor Miller’s forehead broke into a cold sweat, and he changed his tune, "Director Parker, I got drunk last night and must have remembered wrong. Maybe it wasn’t Miss Sutton who let me in; perhaps I entered by accident."

Quiana gave a cold chuckle:

"Every room key card in the hotel is unique to its specific room. I’m curious how you managed to enter mine."

"Maybe when you took Young Master Landon to the hospital, you hurried and forgot to lock the door," he suggested.

Quiana was too lazy to argue, "You’ve said so much, but you admitted to one thing: that you indeed broke into my room, right?"

Victor Miller feigned an apology, "Miss Sutton, I’m truly sorry, I shouldn’t have intruded into your room."

Quiana lightly fiddled with her nails, looked down at him, and suddenly smirked coldly.

"Your apology is truly insincere."

With those words, before anyone could react, Quiana suddenly grabbed Victor Miller by the collar and slammed him hard against the nearby wall.

Her voice was cold and unfeeling, "I’m sorry too, my hand was a bit heavy."

Blood slowly trickled down Victor Miller’s forehead.

Everyone: "..."

The director was also a bit stunned, "You, you, you..."

"You," he stammered, unable to complete a sentence, probably having never expected a female star would dare act so boldly in front of so many people.

Quiana looked innocently at the director:

"Everyone heard, he barged into my room. As an intruder, shouldn’t I defend myself?"

Everyone: "..."

This was clearly twisting words and reason.

At that moment, a universal card slipped from his pocket. With this card, anyone could enter any room.

Usually, only hotel managers had these cards.

Quiana left Victor Miller on the ground, bent down, and picked up the universal card.

"Looks like you used this card to enter my room. With it, you can access anyone’s room."

After speaking, she glanced around at the others and quietly spoke again, "If today you accidentally entered my room, whose room will you ’accidentally’ enter tomorrow?"

Everyone suddenly felt an illusion of their privacy being exposed.

Initially, those who reprimanded Quiana for her heavy hand now felt she should have hit even harder.