Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Blair punched the table with an ugly look on his face.

“That d*mn woman.

“No wonder she didn’t want my money. It turns out she hooked up with another man!"

Blair was in a bad mood, to begin with. After learning that Mable was with another man, he became even more annoyed. Hence, he called his good brother, Solomon, and asked him out for a drink. In Richworth’s Sleepless City.

Mable looked at the pretty boys standing in a row in front of her. Her red lips curled into an evil smile.

Rahman was discussing something in the private room upstairs. Afraid she would be bored of waiting, he called a dozen young men to come and play with her.

"Hey, how old are you?" Mable asked while swirling her tall glass.

“Sis, I'm 23."

“Sis, I'm 21."

“Sis, I'm 19."

Mable looked at the handsome young men in front of her, extremely pleased.

“As expected of Richworth’s biggest club. The men here are attractive and have bodies one better than the other. They're not inferior to Blair, that *shole, at all!

'If he would divorce me for the sake of his first love, why can't I come out to find men?!"

Mable suppressed the sourness in her heart and said to the youngest guy, “Drink with me. If I'm happy, I'll be your sugar mommy.”

After hearing what she said, the handsome guy immediately poured wine for her. He moved closer to her and said, “Sis, here's a toast to you.”

Who in this line of work did not want a sugar mommy? Not to mention if she was a young beauty. Therefore, the pretty boys present passionately proposed a toast to Mable one after another, doing everything they could to please her.

Meanwhile, in a private room upstairs.

Blair was drinking with Solomon.

After three rounds of drinks, Solomon suddenly advised Blair, “Master Blair, after so many years of searching, it's time for you to let go.”

Blair had searched for a woman named Liv for five years and even posted a reward of three billion dollars on the dark web.

Even so, there was still no sign of her whereabouts.

Solomon knew how capable Blair was. If Liv still had not been found after so many years, she was likely no longer alive.

Nonetheless, Solomon did not dare to say it aloud to Blair.

Blair kept quiet and downed the drink in his glass. His dark eyes were like cold and bottomless ponds.

Solomon, aware of his temper, said nothing further. He changed the subject and asked, “Is Mable really willing to divorce you?”

Everyone knew Mable fell in love with Blair at first sight when he saved her two years ago.

Before she was married to him, she pestered him every day and wanted to repay him with her body. Later, Blair got a marriage license with her and married her to deal with his family urging him to get married. Mable did different things to please him.

She was eager to present her heart to him.

Given how much she loved Blair, how could she divorce him so easily?

When something was unusual, there must be a bad reason for it!

Blair was reminded of Mable and Rahman going in and out of a hotel together, and his face darkened right away.

“Eh?”

Solomon suddenly pointed strangely at the lobby downstairs.

"Why does that woman in the red dress downstairs... look so much like... Mable?"

Solomon rubbed his eyes again. “No way. Mable can't be so pretty.

Blair squinted his eyes and looked in the direction he was pointing.

The lobby was charmingly lit, and a dozen handsome young men were surrounding a red-dressed beauty in the supreme deck.

The woman sat on the sofa, her long legs resting casually on the edge of the coffee table. She lazily and casually swirled the red wine in her glass from time to time, so enchanting that she looked like a noble Persian cat.

As a man refilled her wine, she raised her chin slightly to smile charmingly at him.

She looked every bit like an alluring woman.

Blair stared at the woman downstairs, stunned.

“That's Mable!"