Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

One moment, Tracey was worried about Mable. However, the next moment, she saw her effortlessly take out the two bodyguards who seized her.

One of the bodyguards was hit in the head with the stick, while the other was kicked away by Mable.

Without the chance to even scream, both of them fell hard to the ground.

When Henry saw that the situation was not right, he quickly shouted at the door, “Somebody! Come!”

Mable lightly ruffled her long hair and looked at Henry, “If you're calling for the dozen people outside the door, I advise you not to waste your time."

Henry gasped and looked at the woman in front of him in disbelief. The twenty people he had brought tonight were all skilled professional bodyguards. How could they have been dealt with by her so quickly? They did not even last ten minutes!

“How could this woman be so strong?!

“Didn't everyone always say she's weak and fragile?

“She's a f*cking tigress in disguise!’

Mable had no expression on her face except for coldness. Her black eyes were overflowing with killing intent.

“How dare you lay your hands on my person? You're looking for death!” Henry was numbed by her gaze. Her strong aura was so oppressive that he could hardly breathe.

“No! I can't be a coward!

“How can I face Beatrice in the future if I can avenge her?

“F*ck!

“She's just a little woman. What the hell am I afraid of?!"

Henry mustered his courage and said, “Mable, you hurt Beatrice's face and hand. If you disfigure yourself and break your hands, I'll let you go.”

Mable curled her red lips and laughed out loud.

“This is by far the funniest joke I've ever heard.”

Tracey immediately pulled Mable’s hand. “Mabes, let's go. Ignore him...” Mable played with the bloody stick in her hand. “I've come anyway. Isn't it too boring if we leave just like that?”

Following that, the stick in her hand spun out...

With no time to dodge, the stick hit Henry hard head-on.

He went dizzy right away, and the pain from his broken nose caused his body to tremble.

Mable walked up to him without saying a word and sat down on the single sofa.

Covering his nose, Henry raised his head. Blood flowed through his fingers, instantly wetting his shirt.

“Get on your knees now!”

Mable crossed her legs and looked askance at the man who stood trembling. Her powerful aura made her look like a queen with a huge army.

Henry stared at her with horror. With a thud, he knelt straight in front of her.

Tracey widened her mouth in shock and almost cursed.

Henry was a second-generation son of an influential family. Relying on the fact that his grandfather was in politics, he was always arrogant and domineering, so much so that he even dared to fight the police.

Apart from his brother, he had never been afraid of anyone in Richworth.

Who knew he would be beaten by Mable today?

Mable raised her eyebrow slightly. “Do you still want my hands?” "N-no..."

Henry shivered, frightened by the killing intent in her eyes.

Had he known Mable was so tough, he would not have dared to provoke her, no matter how bold he was!

“Do you still dare to kidnap my people?”

Henry shook his head, his face covered with blood. “No. I won't dare to do it again!”

Tracey looked at Mable with admiration and wanted to praise her for being so awesome.

“Mabes is so cool! So heroic! So powerful!

I love her! I love her!!!’

Mable nodded and looked at Tracey. “Tracey, wait for me outside!” “Huh?” Tracey looked at Mable with worry. “Mabes..."

Mable’s tone was too gentle to be true as she said, “Be good and listen to me.”

Tracey gulped and felt as if fire was crackling in Mable’s eyes.

She looked at Henry kneeling on the floor and nodded. “Okay.”

Right after Tracey walked out of the living room, Henry's miserable shriek was heard from inside the house.