Quiana Sutton didn't pay any attention to the wild boar that had already ceased to breathe, she merely looked down at Joseph Grant and spoke calmly, "Are you okay?"
She admitted that she might have been a bit heavy-handed, yet at that moment, it felt like she was recalling her former self.
Struggling in that silent despair, yet no one reached out to help.
She knew she was being live-streamed, knew what kind of public uproar her actions would incite, but she acted without thinking.
Joseph Grant was momentarily speechless, merely staring blankly at her.
Joseph Grant didn't respond, and she didn't react either, continuing to speak calmly:
"Sorry for wrecking your Swiss Army Knife, but one knife in exchange for your life is still worth it."
At this moment, the comment section had exploded.
[???]
[???]
[What just happened?]
[Did Quiana Sutton kill a wild boar?]
[That's so cruel.]
[Are you trying to be merciful like a saint? Joseph Grant was about to be eaten, never mind if it was cruel to the wild boar or not!]
[Where's the production team? Shouldn't they come out and explain this incident?]
[Exactly, getting celebrities to participate in such dangerous activities.]
Due to the unexpected incident, the production team urgently paused the broadcast and even issued an apology notice.
The person in charge of the show was nearly dead from stress; it was logically impossible for a wild boar to get mixed in, at most just some not very aggressive wild animals like foxes. Now not only was there a wild boar, but the young master of the Grant Family nearly got bitten to death.
If the Grant Family's young master really lost his life in this program, the producer likely wouldn't survive it either.
The live broadcast was already closed, but Oliver Gale hadn't closed the streaming room, instead his expression seemed somewhat solemn.
"Durrell, did you see Quiana Sutton's move just now?"
Durrell Landon's eyes showed a trace of inexplicable expression,
"I saw it. Just now, the techniques Quiana Sutton used weren't ordinary combat skills; they were Killing Fighting Skills, a technique that has long been banned."
He pulled up Quiana Sutton's file and placed it in front of Oliver Gale.
"What do you think after seeing these materials?"
Oliver Gale quickly browsed through them:
"Do you suspect this file is fake?"
Durrell suddenly laughed, his smile was brilliant yet dangerous.
"Oliver, do you know what the world's most sophisticated trick is?"
"It's a mix of truth and falsehood, illusions and realities."
"I've never doubted Knight Tamworth's abilities. This file is clearly real, but it's not complete; someone's deliberately hidden her identity."
Since he woke up from the car accident less than a month ago, he's seen countless surprises in Quiana Sutton.
Her marksmanship is top-notch, she has top-notch talent in music and painting, possesses combat skills for killing, and even knows the Skylane Estate's eldest son, Alexander Skylane.
She's like a mystery shrouded in layers of fog, not easily seen through, yet she draws his inquisitive gaze.
He wants to know everything about her.
How could he let go of such a person so easily?
He stood up, leisurely tidying his slightly wrinkled clothes, his smile warm and profound:
"Oliver, since childhood, the Landon Family warned me not to be as rebellious as my father, but I think I might be like him in my bones, unwilling to easily stick to those rules."
Oliver Gale looked at Durrell Landon with concern:
"Have you remembered those past things?"
"No, I know they hypnotized my memory, but even if they hypnotized it, that doesn't mean I'll never find out."
Oliver Gale was a bit shocked to hear Durrell Landon say this, but inwardly he also felt somewhat relieved, knowing now those things wouldn't drive him crazy if he regained his memories.
"But now you've seen it. That girl Quiana is definitely not a normal person. Keeping her by your side, I worry you'll be in danger. Since she's so determined to divorce you, why not let her have her way?"
Durrell Landon shook his head.
"Probably already too late."
"On the Landon Family's request, I set out a series of standards, and the person fitting these standards is Evelyn Windsor.
If Evelyn Windsor hadn't gone abroad and I hadn't met Quiana Sutton, I'd probably have married Evelyn Windsor.
But Evelyn Windsor went abroad and I met Quiana Sutton; everything shifted off course.
Since it's already off track, I want to go even crazier.
Oliver, you know, I never realized my heart could beat like this.
It's like my whole life has come alive."
Oliver Gale looked at Durrell Landon, shocked; Durrell's eyes held a determination and obsession he had never seen before.
"Are you saying you're set on this girl Quiana?"
"It hasn't reached that extent yet, but I absolutely won't allow things to end just like this."
Oliver Gale could only sigh deeply after hearing this:
"Durrell, my only advice is to be careful not to play with fire."
...
Quiana Sutton was brought out by the program crew, her body stained with blood, truly shocking.
Grace Sutton had seen this scene from the streaming room and was nearly scared to faint when she did.
Now, seeing Quiana Sutton come out, she quickly went to meet her, took off her own jacket, and draped it over Quiana Sutton.
"Cece, are you okay? Are you hurt?"
"I'm fine; this is just the wild boar's blood."
Hearing this from Quiana Sutton, Grace Sutton finally breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help cursing reproachfully, "You really are too reckless."
Quiana Sutton looked at her, seemingly not used to being reprimanded by others, a bit dazed.
"Actually... This is easy for me."
"By the way, what are people saying about me online now?"
"Don't worry about online comments now. Your only task is to have a good rest. If you're really forced out of the circle, I can support you for a lifetime."
Quiana Sutton couldn't help but chuckle softly at Grace Sutton's words:
"Grace, thank you."
Joseph Grant stood silently nearby, blending into everything surrounding him, forgetting his existence, just blankly watching Quiana Sutton's departing figure.
Having experienced all this, he seemed to have grown a lot overnight.
Axius Somerville seemed to see the shadow of his sister in Joseph Grant.
It looks like Quiana Sutton might have another little admirer in the future.
He walked over with a hint of helplessness and patted Joseph Grant's shoulder, "Don't overthink it. Go home and get some rest."
After a moment of silence, Joseph Grant spoke:
"Am I useless?"
Axius Somerville offered some comfort:
"Not just you; anyone would be scared in such a situation."
Joseph Grant countered:
"But Quiana Sutton wasn't! She was so calm; she looked more experienced than even my grandfather."
He couldn't describe that instant feeling, only knowing he'd likely never forget it.
Axius Somerville also felt Quiana Sutton was quite mysterious. He didn't know where she'd come from, as if she suddenly appeared in their lives, stirred a tranquil pool, and the ripple couldn't return to peace.
He understood his sister's feelings but kept his feelings suppressed, thinking one day Quiana Sutton would leave, and he wasn't the one who could keep her.
Taking a deep breath, he spoke softly:
"In this world, there are always people who are special."
In the car, Grace Sutton prepared to drive Quiana Sutton back.
"Where do you live now?"
"Gentle Breeze Cottage."
Quiana Sutton returned to her apartment, opened the door, and immediately saw emptied bottles rolling around. Just as she was about to bend down to pick them up, she saw a pair of shining leather shoes.
She slowly raised her head and saw the expected figure, frowning slightly:
"Why are you here?"
Durrell Landon slowly crouched down, lowering himself to her height, his eyes tracing a gleaming smile:
"Cece, I'm here to take you back to Imperial View Manor."