Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Chapter 11

“Ah!”

Frightened by the scream, Tracey was about to return to the living room to see what was going on when she saw Mable walk out.

“Mabes!”

She hurriedly ran over and held Mable’s hands.

“Are you okay?” Mable looked at Tracey.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Tracey nodded. She was only relieved when she saw that Mable was uninjured.

“Mabes, you didn’t…” Tracey looked toward the living room and made a gesture of slitting her throat.

Mable answered, “I didn’t kill anyone tonight!”

Henry was not worthy of being killed by her.

Tracey followed Mable out of the courtyard and saw a dozen bodyguards lying on the ground.

She covered her mouth and did not dare to breathe hard.

‘Did Mabes… settle all of them?’

Tracey looked at Mable with admiration and gave her a thumbs-up. “Mabes, what kind of praises would you like to hear? I’ll sing them to you!”

Mable smiled charmingly and was about to respond when she saw a black Maybach and a silver Bentley driving in their direction.

“It’s my brother!”

Tracey recognized one of the cars and jumped up. She shouted, “Blair… Blair! Blair, I’m here!”

The two cars stopped in front of them at the same time.

Following that, the Maybach’s door opened, and a tall and slender man got out. His eyebrows were attractive yet cold, and his aloof face screamed indescribable danger.

Blair looked at Tracey, who was as happy as a kangaroo. She did not look at all like she was bullied.

Afterward, he looked at Mable and asked, “Why are you here?”

He looked through the corners of his eyes at the brightly-lit villa behind her. Two bodyguards were lying on the ground at the entrance.

‘Did Mable do that?’

Mable smirked. “Someone called me and told me to be prepared to collect Tracey’s dead body if I didn’t come.”

Tracey tugged at Blair’s arm. “Blair, you have to thank Mable. If she hadn’t come to save me in time, I would’ve been in danger today.”

Mable said indifferently, “There’s no need to thank me. They were after me, to begin with.”

As soon as she said that, the person in the silver Bentley also came down.

The man looked about the same age as Blair. He had handsome features, and there was a pair of thin-rimmed glasses on his nose bridge, making him look refined and elegant.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Ms. Fowler, Mrs. Fowler, you must be terrified.” Howard nodded at Tracey and Mable.

Tracey snorted arrogantly. While Henry and Howard were born to the same father, the latter was much better looking than the former.

Howard glanced at the bodyguards fainted at the door and said coldly, “Tell that disgraceful b*stard to get his *ss out here!”

‘How dare that presumptuous b*stard kidnap Blair’s sister and even try to harm his wife?

‘He has a death wish!’

Howard’s assistant responded to him and hurriedly ran into the house.

Soon he ran out again and said, “Mr. Howard, Mr. Henry… Mr. Henry…”

“What about him?” Howard’s face changed slightly.

“Mr. Henry’s left pinky has been cut off, and he has passed out.”

Howard’s face changed.

Blair was also startled and subconsciously looked at Mable.

‘Did Mable cut off Henry’s finger?’

Henry looked at Mable and asked her, “Did you do it?”

Mable looked at him and answered haughtily, “I did.”

‘Cutting off only one of his fingers is already a bargain for him!’

Tracey looked at Mable in shock. She could not believe that Mable cut off one of Henry’s pinkies!

‘No wonder she wanted me to come out first just now. She probably didn’t want to scare me.

‘Cries… How can Mabes be so considerate?’

Howard stared at Mable with clenched fists.

Although he had not met Mable before this, he had heard some rumors. Everyone said that Blair’s wife was a weak pushover with no temper and could be bullied by anyone.

However, this “weak” woman had just cut off his brother’s finger.

“Mrs. Fowler, you…”

Mable cut off Howard and said, “Please, call me Ms. Jefferson!”

She raised her eyebrow and glanced at Blair, emphasizing, “I have nothing to do with him now.”

“Ma-ble!”

Blair gritted his teeth hard. His dark eyes were gradually shrouded in a layer of frost.

‘Is this woman so eager to draw a line with me?’