Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit novel Chapter 7

Beatrice did not expect the usually soft and deceivable Mable to dare to talk to her like that. She was so mad that her face changed.

“Mable, don’t you think you're being cheap? Blair has divorced you. Why are you still pestering him?!”

‘This shameless woman must have dressed up so beautifully to seduce Blair.’

Mable curled her red lips into an evil smile. “Ms. Stanton, Blair and I haven’t received our divorce certificate, so legally, we’re still married.”

Beatrice rushed up to Mable and arrogantly pointed at her nose.

“So what if you’re legally married? It’s not like you’re the one Blair likes!”

“It doesn’t matter if he likes me or not. What matters is that as long as I don’t get a divorce, I’m the rightful Mrs. Fowler.”

Beatrice simply wanted to rip Mable’s vixen-like face apart. “I’ve seen a lot of women like you. You’re dragging it on and refusing to divorce just for the money, aren’t you?!”

While saying that, she took a check from her bag and threw it at Mable’s face.

“Here’s 150,000 dollars. Take the money and get as far away as you can!”

Mable squinted her eyes at the arrogant woman. She lazily picked up the check.

“150,000 dollars to leave him for an hour?”

“An hour? I want you to leave him forever!”

‘Is she crazy? Does she think that 150,000 dollars is still too little?’

Mable clicked her tongue and said, “Ms. Stanton, I can’t believe you dared to give merely 150,000 dollars!”

After saying that, she exerted force through her wrist, and the check spun out.

The edge of the paper cut Beatrice’s face as though it was a sharp blade.

“Ah!”

Beatrice covered her stinging face. When she looked at her palm, it was full of blood.

“My face! Mable! How dare you cut my face? I’m going to kill you!”

“Just you?”

Mable looked at her askance, releasing the powerful aura of a queen.

Not to mention Beatrice, two years ago, those well-trained mad dogs in the tropical jungle could not kill Mable!

Beatrice overestimated herself!

“Go to hell, b*tch!”

Beatrice was so exasperated that she raised her hand to slap Mable with all her might.

Even so, before her hand could touch Mable, it was firmly caught.

Following that…

Blair grabbed Mable’s arm.

A fierce look flashed across Mable’s eyes. She casually picked up the coffee from the reception and splashed it on Blair’s face.

“Don’t touch me!”

‘Does he take me as the Mable who grinned and bore everything when I lost my memory?!’

“Hiss!”

Solomon gasped on the side.

‘You’re really something, Mable!

‘How dare you splash coffee on Master Blair? You must be extremely bold!’

Amos almost fell head-first to the ground. He hurriedly ran over with a tissue.

“Master Blair, a-are you okay?”

Blair wiped the coffee stains on his face, and a cold aura was released from his body.

“Mable!!!”

‘This damned woman!’