Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Chapter 12

Tracey looked at her brother. ‘Isn’t he the one who forced Mabes to divorce?

‘Why does it look like he was the one dumped instead?

‘I don’t understand him!’

Mable rolled her eyes at Blair. No longer interested in engaging with them, she said indifferently, “Mr. Morse, if you’d like to avenge your brother, I’m ready whenever.”

She paused, then added with a smile, “Though, I’d like to kindly remind you to bring more people.”

Howard frowned. ‘This woman isn’t just a little arrogant!’

After she finished, Mable directly went into the red sports car parked by the road. She hit the accelerator, and her car sped away like an arrow leaving its bow.

“Mabes…”

By the time Tracey returned to her senses, the red car’s tail lights had gotten farther and farther away.

Tracey was so excited that she was about to jump. “Blair, Mabes was so cool tonight. She alone defeated Henry’s bodyguards in a one-sided manner…”

Blair stared in the direction Mable left, his dark eyes gradually shrouding in unpredictable mystery.

Recalling how domineering and seductive Mable was earlier, Howard became interested in her. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Not only did she break his brother’s finger, but she also dealt with so many bodyguards unscathed.

‘It seems Mable isn’t simple.”

“Master Blair, your ex-wife has impressed me.”

Before Blair could say anything, Tracey told him off. “Howard, you’d better not have any ideas about her. She and my brother haven’t gotten their divorce certificate yet!”

Howard smiled vaguely. “Then I’ll pursue her after she and Master Blair receive their divorce certificate…”

Blair instantly looked hostile. “I dare you!”

‘How dare he want to pursue Mable?

‘In his dreams!’

While Howard was only joking, he became even more interested after seeing how Blair reacted.

“Master Blair, you must be joking. You and Ms. Jefferson are getting divorced anyway. It has nothing to do with you if I pursue her.”

“Go ahead and try then!” Blair shot him a threatening look.

After a pause, he warned Howard again, “Keep your brother in check. If this happens again, he’ll have more than a finger cut off!”

Howard nodded. The Morses were in the wrong tonight, so even if Mable did not take action, Blair would not have spared Henry so easily.

‘Now that his finger has been cut off, he should have learned his lesson. Let’s see if he dares to be so lawless in the future!’

After warning Howard with a dark face, he led Tracey to his car and left.

“How dare Howard try to steal your wife? He might be good-looking, but not as good as you. Mabes definitely won’t fancy him…”

Tracey chattered on once she got into the car.

“Blair, Blair, Blair… Why don’t you rethink the divorce? Mabes is really a nice lady. She has recovered her memory, she’s rich, pretty, has a nice figure, and she’s so good at fighting—”

“What did you say?”

Blair looked at Tracey in surprise. “Mable recovered her memory?”

“Yeah.”

Blair narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists.

He was confused as to why Mable changed so much. It turned out that she had regained her memory.

Blair was suddenly curious. Between the good-natured, gentle Mable during the two years she lost her memory and the arrogant, cold Mable now, which one was her true nature?

Tracey looked at him in dissatisfaction. “I’m telling you, such a good lady like Mabes is hard to find. If you don’t get her back, it’ll be too late for you to regret it when your divorce becomes official.

“Don’t say I didn’t remind you. When the time comes, you’ll suffer trying to get her back!”

Blair did not say anything. His deep eyes flickered, and his thin lips curled.

…

When Mable returned to the hotel and entered her room, Rahman held his laptop and said excitedly, “Mabes! I found them!”

“Who was it?”

Rahman was investigating Shark’s transaction details from two years ago and found a document with Mable’s name. There was only a bank card number inside.

Through the bank card number, he traced who tried to kill her two years ago.

Rahman did not say anything and directly handed her the laptop.

Mable took a look, and her face changed.

“Ashdale, the Jeffersons?”

‘So the person who hired Shark to hunt me down two years ago is from my family?’