Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Three hours later, the plane landed safely at Ashdale International Airport.

Among the six hijackers of the plane, five were dead, and one was injured. Apart from two pilots and a flight attendant, who were injured, the passengers were safe and sound.

As soon as Mable got off the plane, she hacked the surveillance on the plane and deleted all her images.

However, before she could leave the airport, she was stopped by Blair. “Mable, let's talk.”

Blair stared at her with a complicated look.

What Mable did in the few minutes on the plane renewed his understanding of her.

Not only was she brave, she was also a good shooter with great agility and could even fly a plane!

Only at this moment did Blair realize he did not know her at all.

“I'm busy!”

After saying that, Mable carried her suitcase and walked away, wanting to leave.

“Mable!”

Blair grabbed Mable’s hand and pressed her against the walk. “You slapped me, and you're going to walk away just like that?”

Mable lifted her eyes and stared coldly at the scum in front of her. “What's the matter? Do you want to slap me back?”

Although she had slapped Blair on the plane to attract the hijacker's attention, she had to admit that she felt good about it!

It was simply too satisfying!

Mable looked at Blair's slightly red face and smiled even more charmingly.

She regretted it.

She should have slapped him one more time so that his face would at least be symmetrical.

Mable purposely tilted her face. “Are you going to slap me or not? Let go if you're not!”

Blair stared at Mable, who was only inches away from him. Her breath faintly blew onto his face when she spoke, causing his heart to tickle as if it was gently scratched by a cat.

He lifted his hand...

As Mable thought he was going to slap her and she was not going to let him have his way, she raised her hand to stop it.

However, it seemed Blair was prepared. He grabbed both her wrists and lifted them above her head.

His other hand held her chin.

Next, his warm thin lips pressed against hers.

Blair kissed Mable hard. He vaguely picked up a pleasant and familiar fragrance from her and found it hard to extricate himself for a moment. All of a sudden, he felt pain on his lips.

A bloody taste lingered on the tip of his tongue.

Blair finally let go of Mable. He was in a good mood as he met her furious gaze.

“Blair, you're sick!”

Mable pushed him away hard. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand in disgust, as if she would be infected by a terrible virus from his kiss.

Blair wiped away the blood on his lips. “Now we're even.”

“F*ck you!” Mable was so mad that she cursed.

She wanted to kill this scum!

Blair stared at her and asked her unhurriedly, “Mable, tell me. Why did you come to Ashdale?”

“It's none of your business!”

The phone in her bag kept vibrating, so she picked it up for a look. [B*tch Rahman: I'm waiting for you outside the airport.]

Rahman was a foreigner with a sensitive identity, so he had taken a different passageway when they got off the plane.

Mable replied to him with an “okay’ and strode out with her suitcase without saying anything else.

Blair followed her out of the airport. “Where are you going? I'll give you a lift.”

“No need!”

Right after Mable said that, seven overbearing Hummers drove over and stopped in front of her.

“Mabes! Get in!”

Rahman ran down from the first car and helped Mable carry her suitcase.

“Blair, stop pestering me!”

Following that, she closed the car door with a bam.

Blair stared at the fleet driving away. He furrowed his eyebrows, and tumbling anger brewed in his deep and cold eyes.

When Mable arrived at the hotel, she took a nap.

She slept until 9 p.m. before she got up to have dinner, and then she snuck into the Jefferson Residence in the night.