Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

As soon as Mable heard Blair's words, she knew he had followed her.

Otherwise, how would he know she was currently eating with Howard? Mable gripped her phone tightly and turned red with anger.

'That scumbag actually followed me!'

"What's the matter?" Howard asked her.

Mable hung up the phone. "Nothing."

Why did she have to go out just because Blair asked her to? She refused to do it!

Mable ordered a few more dishes and decided to have a good meal.

Soon, their food was served.

Howard suddenly asked, "Ms. Jefferson, are you still living with Master Blair?"

"Can you not mention him?"

Even the mention of Blair's name made her furious.

Howard nodded with a faint smile and poured some water for her.

Mable ate leisurely and asked, "Howard, I injured your brother's hand. Aren't you going to avenge him?"

She was rather surprised when Howard lent her his car at the race track yesterday.

She had broken one of Henry's fingers. Instead of taking revenge on her, Howard had helped her.

Howard answered with a gentle smile, "He asked for it. You can't be blamed."

Mable raised her eyebrow. 'Are they even brothers?'

"Besides, Henry is now much more well-behaved after the last incident. To say the least, I should thank you for it."

Mable laughed dryly. She felt that he was talking against his will.

As they chatted, Howard's phone suddenly rang.

After hearing what the caller said, his face instantly changed.

"I'll be right over."

Howard hung up after that.

He stood up and looked

apologetically at Mable. "I'm really sorry, Ms. Jefferson. Something came up at work that I have to deal with."

Mable waved her hand casually. "Go ahead."

Something big must have happened. Howard hurriedly left the private room without another word.

Mable looked at the food on the table. She did not have much of an appetite now.

'Given how he left in such a hurry, could it be...?"

At this time, the door of the private room was pushed open.

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Mable looked at the man who walked in and frowned.

Amos gestured to her with respect. "Ms. Jefferson, Master Blair is waiting for you in the car."

Mable slammed the table and stood up. She had guessed it right.

"Did Blair send Howard away?"

Amos did not speak, which further proved her suspicion.

"Scum!"

Mable stormed out of the restaurant and immediately saw Blair's Maybach parked at the entrance.

Amos followed behind her and

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Mable retorted, "He's in a bad mood? Well, I'm in a fucking bad mood too!"

At this moment, the backseat window rolled down, revealing Blair's handsome face.

He looked at Mable without a word, and his dark eyes seemed hollow.

Mable got chills from his look. She cursed softly and walked toward her car in the parking lot.

She was not going to be in the same car with him.

After getting in, she started her car and floored the pedal. A loud engine sound filled the air, and her quickly disappeared out

Blair's gaze deepened. "Follow her!"

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