Hearing Quiana say the word "divorce" again with her own ears, there was a mont of confusion in Durrell Landon.
Yes, confusion.
He thought he could endure anything, he was even prepared for it, yet when she uttered the words, he suddenly felt as if his heart was pierced by sothing, so painful he could not breathe, followed by boundless panic.
"Why can you so easily abandon the feelings between us?"
His hands clenched tightly into fists, nails dug deeply into his flesh, because only this way could he steady his voice.
Quiana shook her head with a bitter smile: "But... wasn’t it you who abandoned them first? I gave you a month, and you never gave an explanation."
Now, the reason no longer mattered to her.
After speaking, she didn’t look at Durrell’s expression, turned directly, and before leaving, she added: "After the film shoot is over, let’s get divorced."
Watching Quiana’s departing figure, Durrell felt as if he couldn’t catch his breath.
He truly wanted to grab her hand despite everything, to tell her that she should never think about divorce.
But now his brother hasn’t been found, Universal Corporation has faced unprecedented calamity, there are so many unknown dangers behind him, how could he drag her into the mire with him?
...
Simon Storm returned to Scavilla City to handle so affairs, and when he ca back to the film set, he found a seemingly irreconcilable conflict had arisen between Quiana and Durrell.
The way they interacted was even stranger than strangers, and similarly, Quiana was increasingly becoming calm in a way, looking at everyone without love, without hate, only endless desolation remaining.
Suddenly he realized he sowhat missed the Quiana from a month ago, although her expression was also faintly, occasionally there would be coquettishness, at least she seed like a real living person, unlike now, just a breathing corpse.
If it weren’t for her having expressions only when acting, he would almost think she returned to her previous state of utter despair.
During a break, Simon Storm pulled Quiana into an unoccupied corner, his voice worried: "Cece, did sothing happen between you and Durrell? Did you have a fight?"
Quiana looked up at Simon Storm, without hiding: "No, we didn’t fight, I’m just tired and want to divorce him."
A month ago she seed like she wanted to share life and death with Durrell, but a month later she wanted to divorce him?
Simon Storm frowned slightly, in his eyes, no matter what happened, it was Durrell’s fault.
"When filming, uncle will help you get revenge."
Today he ca to the film set to shoot the battle scene between the Divine Realm and Demon Realm.
...
Scene One Hundred and One.
The director called out to begin.
In Morwath, led by King Michael of the Gods and Demon Lord Kael, behind each stood a dense crowd.
Kael looked coldly at King Michael of the Gods standing not far away, his voice hoarse and devoid of temperature: "Lord Sovereign really has great pomp, leading the people of the Divine Realm to attack my Demon Realm, you truly think there is no one in my Demon Realm?"
King Michael of the Gods appeared indifferent, an invisible pressure: "The people of the Demon Realm disregard the laws of heaven and earth, oppressing other races’ beings, their cris deserve execution!"
As soon as his words fell, Kael moved, with a sharp and seemingly determined-to-kill attitude, went up.
Though both were suspended on wires, they seed to disregard them, figures intersecting like lightning, then instantly splitting, movents so fast their forms blurred, impossible to see clearly.
Everyone watching was shocked:
"If it weren’t for filming, I’d think they were truly fighting."
"Is Mr. Storm having issues with Mr. Landon?"
They felt Mr. Storm showed no rcy at all, as if wanting to beat Mr. Landon to death.
Director William Parker was very excited, he knew he had chosen the right people, always knew Mr. Landon’s skills were good, didn’t expect Quiana’s uncle’s skills to also overshadow many other stars, so excited he was almost tongue-tied: "Slow down, slow down, my cara can’t capture it fast enough."
At another juncture of their interaction, Durrell suddenly spoke, his words rapid, so fast Simon Storm thought it was an illusion: "Does uncle also want to put to death? But I have more important things to do, can’t die at your hands."
The mont passed, everyone felt a shift in front of them, Simon Storm and Durrell intertwined then separated.
Simon Storm stood still, face pale, suddenly frowning, clutching his chest, seed he coughed lightly, this sound of light coughing made Quiana’s hair stand on end.
Could it be her uncle is truly hurt?
After filming was done, Quiana hurriedly went up, "Uncle, are you alright?"
Simon Storm’s breathing was sowhat chaotic, "I’m fine."
Quiana heard Simon Storm’s uneven breath, her sharp gaze fell on Durrell, biting her teeth as she spoke: "You’re really too much."
Seeing Quiana’s hostile gaze, Durrell suddenly paused, he looked down at his shoulder, it was genuinely injured, he had shown restraint to Simon Storm just now but Simon Storm had not been lenient.
The pain on his shoulder spread across his body, causing his nerves to tremble, yet he couldn’t say a word.
The director was extrely satisfied with the footage.
"Alright, start the next scene."
The first and last battles, the director decided to shoot together.
After all, gathering so many extras is a troubleso task.
Scene One Hundred and Two.
Begin.
Princess Aurelia donned armor again, leading the Demon Realm army, to war against the Divine Realm.
Quiana looked complexly at Durrell standing not far away.
The entwined feelings in her heart, she was almost unable to distinguish whether she was in the drama or real existence, the fury, oppression was about to scorch her soul.
She spoke steadily: "Lord Michael, it’s truly been a long ti."
King Michael of the Gods gazed down at her, with compassion and a trace of pity, mixed with an obscurely hidden love: "Are you destined to be an enemy of the Divine Realm?"
This gaze inadvertently stirred her anger, at this mont the figure before her almost overlapped with his usual self, she wasn’t nearly as calm as she appeared, only she knew now a single spark could ignite her inner fury to burn the entire city.
For instance, right now.
Looking at Durrell in front of her, she chuckled coldly: "Things have co to this, saying anything is too late."
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