Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

“Frank is worse than an animal. How could he poison his dad? He deserves to be struck by lightning!"

Mable suppressed the anger in her heart. Now was not the time to be angry, as she must find a way to get her grandpa out.

She sent a few messages to Rahman.

After giving instructions, Mable took a small bottle from her pocket and poured two feels to feed them to her grandpa.

That night.

Under Rahman's arrangement, the doctors and nurses on the whole floor were replaced with their people.

Then, Mable tempered with her grandpa'’s heart monitor to make the bodyguards think he was suddenly in critical condition and needed to be resuscitated.

She planned to take him out of the hospital through another exit after pushing him into the operating room.

However, right after they left, the bodyguards realized something was off and rushed into the operating room.

Worried her grandpa would be accidentally hurt, Mable asked Rahman to have someone escort him to a safe place while she stayed behind to stall the bodyguards.

The bodyguards were all good fighters armed with guns.

When they exchanged blows, Mable nearly got shot twice by bullets. She ran toward the car parked on the roadside while dodging the bullets shot at her.

Just then, a Ferrari sped toward her from a distance.

With a perfect drift, the rear of the car flung before steadily stopping next to Mable.

The super bulletproof body and glass stopped the bullets aimed in their direction.

Mable thought Rahman had come back to get her, so she immediately opened the door and got in.

“Frank won't let Grandpa be rescued no matter what, so—hm?”

Mable took off her mask and turned to look at the man sitting in the driver's seat with his hands on the steering wheel.

“It's you, Blair?"

Blair started the car and floored the accelerator.

A huge roar sounded, and the car sped away like an arrow leaving its bow.

Blair only turned to look at Mable once the bodyguards behind them were out of sight.

“Who did you think it was?"

Instead of answering him, Mable touched her nose and asked him in return, “Why are you here?”

Blair drove and replied to her seriously, “Would you believe me if I said I came here to pick you up?”

Mable raised her eyebrow and looked alert. “Then how did you know I was here?”

Blair answered, “Old Master Jefferson. Now that you've returned to Ashdale, you'd definitely come to see him."

Mable was dumbfounded.

Blair looked at Mable and curled his thin lips into a faint smile. “Am I right, Agnes?”

Mable was stunned. She widened her eyes at him. “How did you know...?"

Agnes was her real name, whereas Mable was her nickname.

During her years abroad, she used the name, Mable, to not reveal her identity. After a long time, she had gotten used to it.

“The time I saved you and when the Jeffersons announced Agnes’ death aren't far apart. Plus, based on what you told me last night, it's not hard to guess your identity.”

Mable shrugged. Since Blair found out, there was nothing for her to hide.

She raised her head proudly. “Congratulations. You guessed it right. I'm Agnes Jefferson!”

Blair looked at her and asked, “When did you recover your memory?” Mable looked indifferent as she answered, “The day you pushed me.” Blair frowned slightly as he remembered what happened that day. Mable mockingly laughed at herself. “Speaking of which, I have to thank you for that. If not for your heartlessness, I might not have recovered my memory.”

Blair looked at her with an ugly expression. “Mable, do you have to be so sharp-tongued when you talk to me?”

Mable attacked him verbally. “I have no reason to be nice to a soon-to- be ex-husband.”

“Ex-husband, ex-husband... It's this again!"

Blair was furious whenever he heard the term now.

“Didn't she love me very much? Did she forget her feelings for me when she regained her memory?’

Blair stopped the car at the roadside, his eyes filled with hidden anger. “Mable, I can withdraw the submission for divorce at any time!”

Mable immediately became anxious when she heard that. “Blair, don't you dare do that!”

It was he who initiated the divorce in the first place. She only fulfilled his wish. How could he go back on his word so easily?

What did he take her for?