Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

The call rang for a long time before it was finally picked up.

Even so, before Blair could say anything, Mable's cold voice was heard, saying, “You're only worth 9.99 dollars, no more than that. Besides, I don't receive requests to delete bad reviews!”

“Mable!!!”

“Beep, beep, beep..."

Mable had hung up on him.

Blair called again, but the number was no longer available.

She had blocked him!

“Very well, Mable!

“Do you really think I can't do anything about you?"

“Ha.”

Blair slightly pursed his thin lips, and a rather devilish and evil cold smile could be seen on his sexy lips.

After blocking Blair's number, Mable drove to a nursing home in the suburbs.

She found out that her grandpa was secretly placed there.

After arriving at the destination, she realized there were bodyguards guarding her grandpa’s ward.

So Mable sneaked into the doctor's office while no one was paying attention.

A few minutes later, she walked out in a white lab coat and a face mask.

“Our eldest miss is inside. Wait a while.” One of the bodyguards stopped Mable.

Mable nodded, but a cold look flashed across her eyes.

She figured that the bodyguard was referring to Marissa.

Inside the ward.

Marissa held the thumb of her grandpa, Ralph, and made him put his fingerprint on a document.

“With this document, I'll be the only heir of the Jeffersons once I'm married to Dane!”

Marissa stood by the bed and looked at the unconscious old man on the hospital bed. She sneered. “Grandpa, you should've made my dad the heir after Uncle Forrest passed away, not Agnes. You were too biased and favored their family in everything!

“You put a lot of effort all these years training Agnes to become a qualified heir, but so what? She was still killed by us.

“Don’t blame us for being ruthless. You should blame yourself for not only choosing Agnes as the heir but for also letting her marry my beloved Dane. I'll never allow it!

“Now, my dad is in charge of the Jeffersons, and I'll be the head of the family in the future. Dane will forever be mine and only mine!” Marissa laughed coldly. “So, don’t worry, Grandpa. We'll make the Jeffersons better and stronger. It's just a pity you won't have the chance to see it."

“If not to cover up, Dad wouldn't have let an old fart like you live until now!

“After my wedding with Dane, you'll have little use left.’

Mable stood outside with her head slightly lowered. Killing intent surged in her eyes.

It seemed her grandpa’s “stroke” also had something to do with Marissa and her dad.

Before long, Marissa came out of the ward, talking on the phone as she walked.

“Has the wedding dress arrived? Okay, I'll go there now. Don't call Dane. I want to surprise him at the wedding...”

Mable watched Marisse leave with a cold gaze.

With Marissa and Dane's wedding in three days, Mable had to think hard about what kind of gift she should prepare for them!

She would definitely make it unforgettable for them!

After Marissa left, Mable went into the ward.

Her grandpa had trained himself since young and had the habit of exercising, so his body was always in good condition. Even at an old age, his body was still tougher than his peers.

However, the old man lying on the hospital bed at the moment was as thin as wood with purplish lips and a sallow complexion. He looked as if he was on the last stretch of his life.

Mable took her grandpa’s pulse. After some examination, she finally confirmed her suspicions.

His grandpa did not have a stroke. He was poisoned!