North Star.
The most bustling and secretive bar in Capital City.
Quiana Sutton finished filming for three months, and took some time to relax.
At this time, not far from the bar counter, the TV was broadcasting live——
"The Best Actress of the 73rd Academy Awards is — Evelyn Windsor."
In the live broadcast, Evelyn Windsor was speaking words of gratitude in flawless English.
Finally, she mentioned that she would return to the country soon to find the person who had been waiting for her.
The screen was flooded with excited messages.
And the people around her were whispering upon seeing this scene.
"The person Best Actress Evelyn refers to who has been waiting for her is probably the Film Emperor Durrell Landon, right?"
"These two have been childhood friends, and childhood sweethearts, only compatible with each other."
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The surrounding words fell into Quiana Sutton's ears, and she frowned slightly.
Evelyn Windsor was about to return to the country, probably Durrell Landon would ask her for a divorce.
She decided to strike first before Durrell brought it up.
She picked up the glass and downed the vodka in one go, then settled the bill and left.
Evening.
Quiana Sutton returned to the apartment, took a shower, put on her pajamas, and sat on the sofa, motionlessly waiting for Durrell Landon.
In less than an hour, Durrell Landon came back.
He opened the door to see Quiana Sutton sitting on the sofa.
Her current appearance was very different from her usual gentle and serene look, wearing only a black camisole nightdress that starkly contrasted with her fair skin, the whole person appearing like Bacchus, chaotic yet filled with desire and longing...
He glanced at her with the corner of his eye, his Adam's apple involuntarily moved, and he quickly shifted his gaze, took off his jacket, and walked into the bathroom.
Quiana Sutton's right hand rested on the sofa, seeing Durrell Landon like this, she chuckled softly.
Soon Durrell Landon finished his shower and came out of the bathroom, the sound of his footsteps approaching.
A man with a tall and straight frame walked on the dark red carpet, even wearing the most ordinary sleepwear, he still dazzled to the point where one couldn't divert their gaze.
No wonder there were always rumors in the entertainment circle, when Durrell Landon smiles, women all over the world fall for him; it's not entirely untrue, she too couldn't resist, like being bewitched she walked over to him, pressed him onto the sofa, and sat on him.
He squinted his eyes, his hoarse voice biting her name lightly: "Quiana Sutton!!! What are you trying to do?"
Upon hearing his voice, Quiana Sutton slightly raised her head, gave a bright smile, leaned down, and touched his lips with her forefinger.
"What do you think?"
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Afterwards, Durrell Landon slowly started to dress, returning to his high and mighty demeanor, as if the passionate entanglement just now was an illusion.
She wasn't surprised at all.
Durrell Landon had grown up surrounded by glory, revered everywhere he went.
At home, he was the most favored young master wanting to join the entertainment world, the president of Civio Holdings directly set up a new entertainment company, just to promote him.
Almost blatantly telling the world, this person is my brother, no one can touch him.
Such stark privileges also irritated many people, and many were his anti-fans.
Fortunately, he was also very hardworking, becoming a grand slam Film Emperor in less than three years, shutting everyone's mouths with his talent.
His life had been smooth sailing, except for the setback with his first love, Evelyn Windsor.
Evelyn Windsor pursued her dream and resolutely went abroad, leaving him behind.
At that time, she was participating in a singing program "I'm a Song Fan," and he happened to be a mentor on that show. After the program ended, he approached her.
In a gentle voice, he asked if she was willing to marry him.
At that time, she was just an unknown, whereas he was already a grand slam Film Emperor, she only had one thought then, the person in front of her was crazy.
Maybe she really was crazy back then, to actually agree.
Three years of marriage, never public, no wedding, not even an engagement ring.
The only evidence of their existence together was the marriage certificate.
It wasn't until later she found out that he married her to spite Evelyn Windsor by randomly marrying someone.
He chose her, and she was the so-called expendable substitute.
However, Durrell Landon was quite generous to her, at least with his help, she transitioned from a low-profile nobody to a second or third-tier minor star.
Now that his first love has returned, it's time for her to tactfully leave.
Thinking of this, she smiled softly, her voice mild and gentle:
"Let's get a divorce."
The ruthless words echoed in the man's ears, Durrell Landon was momentarily stunned, then quickly recovered, looking at her with amusement: "You were just seducing me on the sofa, and now you're saying you want a divorce?"
She tilted her head, her smile radiant, her exquisite brows and eyes filled with lazy laughter, "Of course."
With that, she pulled out a divorce agreement prepared long ago from the drawer on the coffee table.
The white divorce agreement pressed under a black pen.
He remained there, unmoving, the reflection of her cold and heartless figure in his obscure eyes.
At this moment, he only felt a fire burning in his chest.
His gaze was too blatant and carried a strong scrutiny, yet she wasn't annoyed, stood from the sofa, and glanced at him as if amused, "Young Master Landon, the substitute game is over, we should get divorced."
"Substitute game?!"
These words nearly spilled from Durrell Landon's throat, the low pressure was severe, seemingly holding back immense anger.
Quiana Sutton acted as if she didn't see.
Initiating the divorce herself indeed hurt this favored child of heaven, but he should also thank her for letting him off.
"I've packed my things, and I'll be staying at a hotel, tonight I won't accompany you."
After finishing, she went to the room to get her luggage.
Durrell Landon felt his throat burn like fire, it was only after drinking a large glass of cold water that he could breathe a bit easier.
His gaze landed on the divorce agreement, the signature of Quiana Sutton clear and distinct.
When the sound came again, Quiana Sutton pushed out a 28-inch suitcase.
The apartment was filled with her things, her bags, her jewelry, her clothes, how much could a 28-inch suitcase carry?
She took more things when she went out to shoot a movie.
He looked at her with a bit of ridicule: "Only taking one suitcase, are you planning to have the rest packed and sent?"
Quiana Sutton paused, flicking her long hair, eyes brimming with infinite allure, a smile in her eyes that others couldn't understand: "Those things were all bought to match Evelyn Windsor's preferences, just throw them away, it's your money that bought them, if you can't bear to throw them away, donate them."
Her unhesitating attitude burned like a fire, and only now did he finally confirm one thing—
She wanted to divorce him!