Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

“Could it just be someone with the same name?” Rahman asked Mable.

“No, it's him!” Mable pinched the business card hard and gritted her teeth.

She could even recite Blair's number backward!

It was indeed his phone number!

He was the one who bought the Ice Jade Flower and the A117 reagent. Rahman could not help but curse, “F*ck! That haunting scum!”

Mable frowned, unable to figure it out. “How did he know we were here and what I wanted to buy?”

Rahman held his chin. “Could he have put a tracker or bug on you?" “Impossible!”

If that were the case, Blair would have caught her in the boxing ring last night.

Mable suppressed the unhappiness in her heart and took out her phone to call him.

However, she was redirected to his voicemail. Blair's phone was turned off.

“He asked me to call him, yet turned off his phone. He's toying with me on purpose!

Mable held back her anger and called Amos instead.

As Blair's assistant, Amos’ phone was always on.

“Hello.”

Mable tried her best to remain calm. “Ask Blair to answer the phone!” Amos responded, “Madam, Master Blair has gone to sleep. He'll be waiting for you at the airport at 6:00 am tomorrow.”

“He

“Beep, beep, beep..."

Amos hung up the phone.

Mable called again, but he no longer picked up.

She was furious. She finally understood that Blair wanted her to go to him.

Well, he made the right move. With the two items in his possession, she would definitely go to him.

In the presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel.

Blair stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked at the waves hitting the shore in the distance. A teasing smile could be seen on his face.

Since he could not catch Mable, he would find a way to make her come to him.

Solomon came in and told him about the auction.

“What's interesting is that there was also a painting at the auction. The woman in the painting resembled Mable, and it was bought by someone for 1.8 million dollars.

“The person must have gone solely for that painting, as he left after it was auctioned off.”

Blair frowned and looked gloomy. “Who's that person?”

“Salomon was tight-lipped about the buyer's information and wouldn't disclose it. However, I found out that the person left in a helicopter with a military license plate from Fasier.”

Blair furrowed his eyebrows tighter and was jealous.

The other party must be Mable’s suitor, or he would not have spent over a million dollars on her portrait.

“That d*mned woman. Why does she have suitors everywhere she goes?!"

Solomon teased Blair on purpose, “Tsk. It's just a painting. Do you have to be so jealous?”

Blair looked at him askance and went into the bedroom.

On Flynn Island, the days were long, and the nights were short. Although it was just past 5:00 am, the sky was bright.

Mable arrived at the island's only airport on time.

At this moment, a white helicopter was undergoing final checks and would take off in ten minutes.

Mable did not wear a mask. Under the morning light, Her delicate face looked especially charming.

Blair took off his sunglasses and looked at the slender figure. He tried his best to suppress the urge to go up to embrace her.

Mable stopped about five steps away from him.

“Blair...”

Blair knew he had lost as soon as she spoke.

Unable to hold back any longer, he ran forward to pull her into his arms.