Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Chapter 23

Blair ran back to the bedroom to find Mable no longer inside.

‘That d*mned woman!’

Furious, Blair ordered, “Find her!”

‘Mable, let’s see where you can go!’

…

As soon as Rahman picked Mable up, he drove back to the hotel.

He was furious when he learned Blair had kidnapped Old Master Jefferson to hold Mable back so they would not get a divorce.

“Mabes, if there’s no other choice…”

Rahman made the gesture of slitting his throat. “Kill him. Widowhood makes you single again anyway!”

Mable held her forehead. “Blair saved my life, after all. It’d be unkind of me to do that.”

“Tsk!”

Rahman looked at her askance. “Are you kidding me? You have an angelic face but a devilish heart, yet you care about being kind or not?”

Mable had no words to refute him.

“I think you have a crush on him and can’t let him go!”

Mable’s jaw tensed up.

Although she hated to admit it, she knew what Rahman said was the truth.

She liked Blair when she lost her memory.

After recovering her memory, she still had feelings for him.

She loved him with all her heart for two years, after all. It was not so easy to let go of her feelings for him.

Seeing that Mable did not say anything, Rahman could not help but look more serious.

“Mabes, I want to remind you that we aren’t the same kind of people as Blair. He—”

Mable cut him off. “You don’t need to remind me. I know!”

It was exactly due to this acknowledgment that she did not want to be entangled with Blair anymore.

She must divorce him!

Mable could not sleep at night because of this. The more she thought about Blair, the more irritated she became.

Blair also could not fall asleep.

He checked the hotel where Mable was staying and went to look for her before dawn.

Just as he arrived at the hotel entrance, he saw Mable coming out and getting into a Ferrari.

“Follow that car in front!” Blair ordered the driver.

Half an hour later.

Mable pulled up in front of a modest bar.

Blair glanced at the bar sign. ‘Isn’t this…?

‘What is Mable doing here?’ Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

When he saw Mable going into the bar, he also quickly followed her in.

Ocean Street was a famous bar street in Ashdale.

There was a hidden underground boxing arena underneath this street, and the entrance was that inconspicuous bar.

Blair pushed the door in and was greeted by the strong smell of alcohol.

It was only 3:00 am. The bar was lively, and people were dancing on the dance floor. There were charming and dreamy lights as well as deafening heavy metal music.

Blair scanned the place but did not see any signs of Mable.

“Sir, what would you like to drink?”

The waiter first sized him up before coming forward to ask him.

Blair did not say anything. He only pulled a transparent card from his bag and handed it to her.

When the waiter saw it, she took the card and walked to the bar to scan the code on it. Afterward, she returned it to Blair and led him toward the elevator.

“B3. Turn left out of the elevator and go straight.”

Blair nodded and entered the elevator.

The elevator went straight to B3.

As soon as the door opened, loud shouts and cheers could be heard.

Walking out of the elevator, what came into Blair’s view was a huge boxing arena.