Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Chapter 4

“Boss!”

When the lewd man’s bodyguards saw what had happened, they swarmed toward Mable.

Mable smirked. Her eyes were bloodshot from excitement. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“You’re asking for death!”

Mable faced them head-on and knocked each of them down with one punch. She was fast, accurate, and ruthless!

The whole process took less than ten seconds, and several bodyguards had now fallen to the ground.

In the charmingly lit lobby, the red-dressed Mable looked down at the men on the ground.

She casually ruffled her long hair, her smile wide and unrestrained. She looked cool and heroic.

“F*ck!”

Solomon pointed at Mable, almost tongue-tied.

“Mable… Y-you’re… so good at fighting!”

‘There’s no way… She used to be weak. How did she become so strong in the blink of an eye?

‘Was her previous good behavior all pretend?’

Blair stared at Mable. The coldness in his eyes slowly went away, and he curled his thin lips into a rather amusing smile.

His ex-wife seemed much more interesting than he had thought.

In their two years of marriage, she was as well-behaved as a rabbit. Once they divorced, her personality changed completely.

Moreover, her moves just now seemed so much like…

Blair narrowed his eyes, looking somewhat doubtful.

After settling the bunch of scum, Mable sat on the sofa once more.

Seeing as the pretty boys from before were standing on the side, she signaled them with her finger and smiled seductively.

“Why are you standing so far away? Come and pour me a glass of wine!”

The handsome guys were just about to sit over when a cold gaze shot over at them.

“Get lost!” Blair bellowed.

The guys were so frightened that their legs went limp. They immediately fled.

Master Blair of the Fowlers was known as Richworth’s living king of hell. He was ruthless and cold, and anyone who offended him would risk being killed.

Mable glanced at Blair and said, “Blair, you’ll be struck by lightning for ruining my fun!”

Blair clenched his fists. Green veins bulged on his forehead. “Mable, we haven’t officially divorced yet!”

Their divorce needed to go through a one-month cool-off period.

In other words, they could only officially apply for the divorce certificate after a month.

Mable sneered. “Blair, don’t tell me you want me back?”

Even if he wanted her back, she had to agree to it!

Blair responded disdainfully, “You’re overthinking it!”

Mable poured herself a glass of wine and looked askance at him. “That’s the best!”

Blair stared at the beautiful, flamboyant yet arrogant woman in front of him. He could not understand what had gone wrong.

Two days ago, she was still begging and tugging at him, crying about how she did not want a divorce. Now, she was a completely different person.

“What’s your relationship with Rahman?” Blair questioned Mable.

“I don’t need to explain my affairs to my ex-husband!” Mable raised her eyebrow as she replied to him.

“Ex-husband?”

Rahman’s shocked and aggrieved voice was heard. He pointed at Blair from a distance away and shouted, “Mabes! You married a wild man behind my back?!”

In a flash, Blair’s eyes tinged with a layer of hostility, and the air pressure around him lowered significantly.

‘I’m a wild man?’

Mable shot a look with hidden killing intent at Rahman. He was instantly terrified and gestured that he would shut up.

“Blair, a qualified ex-husband should act like he’s dead. Do you understand?”

“Mable!”

Blair wanted to punch someone!

Mable could not be bothered about him. She took her pick and called out to Rahman, “Let’s go. We’ll continue to have fun somewhere else!”

Rahman quickly followed her and helped her carry her bag like a lackey. “I know a private club with better quality male models. They’re from different countries…”

Blair fixed his gaze on Mable as she left. Surging anger brewed in his deep eyes that were as cold as ponds.

A thought suddenly popped up in his mind.

‘How does Mable know Rahman from Monafett?

‘They seem to have a good relationship too.’