Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit novel Chapter 112

Blair shook his head with a bitter smile. “I feel that Mable doesn’t love me as much as she used to.”

For the first time, he felt extremely powerless.

How much Mable loved him in the past was how much she refused his love for her now.

Solomon gloated at his misfortune. “You deserve it! You tormented her in the past!”

Blair looked askance at him and opened another bottle of whisky.

Jokes aside, Solomon asked him seriously, “Since you have no leads on Liv now, what are you going to do?”

Blair paused for a moment and looked hesitant.

“What’s the latest news from Santaviz?”

Solomon shrugged. “Nothing.

“It’s not like you don’t know how chaotic it is over there. All the forces have been very cautious since the incident five years ago. They haven’t dared to make any big moves.”

Blair nodded and did not say anything else.

He leaned lazily on the sofa and stared quietly at the ceiling. After a long time, he suddenly said, “Let nature take its course for Liv’s matter.”

Solomon was surprised when he heard that. “What does that mean?”

Blair explained after a moment of silence. “If there are clues, I’ll do my best to find her.”

Solomon chuckled. ‘Do you hear yourself? Aren’t there no clues now?

‘How else can you find her?

‘The last time we were in Ashdale, you said you’d continue to look for her as long as you’re alive. Are you compromising now?

‘Perhaps you’re trying to let it go.

‘That's good.’

Solomon clinked glasses with him and smiled awkwardly. “You should’ve let it go long ago. You’ve done your best, searching for so many years. Even if you owe her, you’ve paid off everything.”

In response, Blair only finished his drink in one go.

At that moment, Solomon’s phone rang.

It was Amos.

Solomon put his phone on the table. “Suit yourself.”

Soon, the few bottles of whisky on the table were empty.

Solomon called the waiter and asked for another round of drinks.

After three rounds, Solomon was a little drunk. He had not slept the whole of last night, so he could barely keep his eyes open.

“Master Blair, I can’t anymore. I’m napping for a while…”

As soon as he said that, the phone on the table rang.

Solomon picked it up and answered the call without looking at the caller ID.

He instantly woke up and stood up from the sofa after hearing what the caller said.

Blair frowned and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Master Blair, it’s Tracey. She said… She said Mable is dying…”

Blair’s body shook, and the glass in his hand fell to the ground.