Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

As Blair looked at Mable, a trace of imperceptible amazement flashed across his eyes.

Mable wore a black tunic dress with a side slit today. When she walked, her slender legs could be vaguely seen. She wore her curly hair down, and her makeup was delicate and stunning, making her look lazy yet seductive.

“Mable?”

Solomon looked at Mable. He subconsciously took a step back when he remembered her feat last night in Sleepless City.

Mable ignored him and walked straight up to Blair. “Give me back my jade pendant.”

Blair stared at Mable, whose temperament was completely different from before. He frowned and asked, “What jade pendant?”

Mable scoffed. She knew Blair must have forgotten.

She recalled when she gave him the jade pendant and how he casually threw it on the table without even looking at it.

“I gave you a jade pendant when we got married.” Mable’s tone was cold.

Blair thought carefully and remembered there seemed to be such a thing.

When he rescued Mable two years ago, the jade pendant, which had her name engraved, was hung around her neck.

Blair leaned back in his chair and sized up the bright and moving but cold woman in front of him.

“You came just to ask for that jade pendant back?”

“If not?”

Mable held her arms. “Blair, you didn't think I came to beg you to get back together, did you?”

Blair stared at her with a gloomy face. “Best if you're not!”

Mable smiled bitterly to herself. “Don’t worry. I won't!”

She could not wait to be strangers with him.

“Want to get back together? In another life!’

Mable had no time to waste with him here. She reached out and asked again, “Give me back my jade pendant!”

Blair looked indifferently at her. “I threw it away long ago.”

Mable froze. “You threw it away?”

He threw her jade pendant away!

Blair took a sip of the coffee in his hand and kept a straight face. “Was I supposed to accept it just because you gave it to me?”

Mable slammed down on the table, so angry that her face turned red. “Blair, where did you throw it?”

Blair was still expressionless. “I forgot.”

Mable clenched her fists tightly and stared deadly at Blair with gloomy eyes. She had the urge to kill him.

Blair was sharp, noticing the fleeting killing intent from Mable. Though, he only found it more interesting.

In their two years of marriage, this was the first time he had seen her so angry.

The two just stared at each other in a deadlock before Mable suddenly laughed

“Blair, I'll give you ten days. If you can't find my jade pendant, I'll go to the court to withdraw the divorce application.”

Within the one-month cool-off period of their divorce, as long as one party did not agree to the divorce, they could go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to withdraw the application at any time.

Blair was stunned, and his face instantly darkened.

He knew she would not easily agree to a divorce.

“What jade pendant? This must be her long-planned excuse.

“This scheming woman!

Mable held her arms and smiled even more brightly. “As long as I don't agree to the divorce, your first love will only be an unpresentable mistress!”

With how much Blair adored his first love, there was no way he would let her be a mistress

Blair stared coldly at Mable. He stood up and walked toward her. Mable looked at the well-suited Blair and only felt a strong sense of oppression coming toward her.

“Mable, listen up—we're getting divorced, no matter what!”

Mable lifted her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear and sneered “Then find my jade pendant as soon as possible!”

If you can't find it, the entire Fowler Enterprise will pay!’

“Blair, this is the only chance I'm giving you!”

Following that, Mable gave him a threatening look before turning around and leaving efficiently.

As soon as she walked out of the office, she saw a woman dressed gaudily with heavy makeup walking her way.

"Mable?"

Beatrice Stanton was startled for a moment when she saw Mable coming out of Blair's office.

Immediately after, she pointed at her and asked angrily, “What are you doing here?”

Mable raised her eyebrow. Beatrice was the eldest miss of the Stantons and one of Blair's admirers.

Ever since Mable and Blair married, Beatrice often came looking for trouble.

“None of your business!” Mable responded snappily.

In the past, she curbed her temperament and tried to be a good and obedient wife to please Blair.

She quietly endured or avoided it if she could every time Beatrice found fault with her.

However, Mable did not intend to do that anymore.