Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

“Let's get a divorce.

“Four million dollars, enough for you to live comfortably for the rest of your life.

"Sign the papers and get out of here now!"

After being married for two years, Mable Jefferson never thought that the first time Blair took the initiative to find her was for a divorce.

“Blair, why do you want a divorce? Did I do something wrong? I can—"

“I found Liv," Blair cut her off with a cold voice.

Mable was stunned. “Liv?’

“Didn't Tracey say... she had passed away—"

“Shut up!” Blair rebuked.

He would not allow anyone to say anything bad about Olivia!

Mable pursed her lips tightly. Her heart felt like it was cut open by a sharp blade, and it was hurting so much that it was hard to breathe.

She always knew Blair had a spot for his unforgettable first love in his heart. So much so that he tattooed her name on his chest.

Blair loved that woman named Liv dearly.

Just like how Mable loved him.

“Blair, I don't want to divorce you. Let's not get a divorce, okay? I love you...”

Two years ago, Mable fell off a cliff. It was Blair who saved her.

She was injured and lost her memory. The first person she saw when she woke up was Blair.

At that moment, she fell in love with him.

Blair looked indifferent. “Mable, I don't love you!”

Mable’s heart shook, and tears streamed down her face.

No matter how much she loved him, her feelings for him were not reciprocated.

This whole time, “Liv” was the only person in his heart, that Mable now knew.

“Master Blair, the helicopter is ready.”

Blair's assistant, Amos, hurriedly ran in to report to him.

Blair looked at the divorce agreement on the table and ordered, “Sign it and move out of here in two days!”

Following that, he turned around and walked out without the slightest hesitation

“Blair!”

Mable rushed forward and hugged Blair tightly. “Please don't go! Don't leave me behind!”

Killing intent flashed across Blair's eyes. He pushed her away with force.

“Let go!”

“Ah!”

Mable lost her balance and fell backward. She landed on the ground in a sorry state and hit her forehead hard.

Blair looked coldly at Mable, who was lying motionless on the ground, and got into the helicopter without looking back.

It had been five years—he had been looking for Liv for five whole years. Finally, there was news of her!

Blair gripped the bronze ring with a black diamond in his hand. He could not wait to see her. Mable slowly got up from the ground. She rubbed her forehead with one hand and looked coldly at the helicopter getting further away. From looking heartbroken, she gritted her teeth instead. "Pfft! *sshole!”

Mable entered the house and signed the divorce agreement without saying a word.

Immediately after, she picked up her phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, who's this?”

"Me."

As soon as Mable finished, the man on the call told her off. “Is there something wrong with you? How would I know who you are?!”

Mable raised her eyebrow. “You can't even recognize my voice. Rahman, have I lost my edge, or have you become arrogant?!”

The man on the call paused for two seconds before he suddenly shouted, “Mabes!"

“Mm.”

Afterward, the man's sour voice was heard coming from the phone. “You went missing for two years, with no news of you. I thought you ran away with a wild man.”

“I sent my location to your phone. Come and pick me up!”

The next morning.

When Mable walked out of the villa, a dazzling diamond-encrusted Ferrari drove over.

“Babel”

A blonde man with defined features got out of the driver's seat and gave Mable a bear hug. However, Mable pushed him away mercilessly and directly opened the car door to get inside. Rahman stomped his feet in aggravation. “Heartless woman, I rushed here from Monafett overnight, and this is how you treat me?!”

Mable looked askance at him. “Quit fooling around!”

Rahman followed and got into the car. “That won't do. I've traveled the world and am unmatched!” Mable could not be bothered about him. She said faintly, “Let's go.”

She did not belong here.

Just like Blair did not belong to her.

After being a punching bag here for two years, now that Mable finally recovered her memory, it was time for her to find out who the murderer who injured her and made her lose her memory was! Two days later.

Blair returned to the villa, travel-worn. As soon as he got upstairs, he locked himself in his bedroom. The information was wrong—that woman was not Liv.

It was a wasted trip.

The huge disappointment almost drowned him.

At this moment, the maid knocked on the door and came in to hand him the divorce agreement. “Master Blair, Madam has signed the papers and left. She didn't take anything with her when she left, including the bank card you gave her.”

Blair frowned and thought, “Is she leaving the marriage without anything?

Judging from her soft and crying nature, how fragile she is, and the fact that she doesn’t know anything, she'll starve to death on the streets in two days without money.

“Hmph!

“She's likely trying to act pitiful to get sympathy!"

Blair said firmly, “Go and get the divorce procedures done as soon as possible!”

“Lest there be any trouble if this is dragged on!’

The maid had just left when Blair's assistant, Amos, walked in. “Master Blair, Madam—"

Blair furrowed his eyebrows. “She's back again?”

He knew she would not divorce easily!

Amos said, “No. The media caught her and Rahman—the youngest son of Monafett's richest family, the Emirs—going in and out of a hotel. They stayed there for the night.”

Blair's face darkened.

“Mable and Rahman know each other?

“The two of them even went in and out of the hotel together and stayed there all night?"