Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Chapter 65

Martha’s smile froze. “Blair doesn’t love you, so how could he possibly want to remarry you?!”

“You’ll have to ask him yourself,” Mable answered.

Luke stared at Mable leisurely. “Don’t even think about remarrying! I’ll give you three days to leave Richworth. You’re not allowed to appear in front of Blair again for the rest of your life!”

“What if I don’t do as you say?”

Mable could not stand it when someone was so arrogant toward her.

Luke’s gaze turned cold, and he gave off the pressure of a superior. “I’m not discussing this with you —I’m ordering you!”

Mable’s eyes were even colder than his. “Mr. Fowler, the last person who dared to talk to me like that has long been buried!” Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Luke’s face changed. After living most of his life, it was the first time someone had the nerve to talk to him in this manner.

‘Ha!

‘A woman who doesn’t know her place!’

Luke raised his hand without saying a word. Soon, six bodyguards came in a line and surrounded Mable.

Martha elegantly took a sip of her tea and said, “Mable, actions have consequences!”

Mable scoffed as she looked at the aggressive bodyguards.

“Just them?”

‘Are you looking down on me?!’

Luke ordered sinisterly, “Lock her up in the basement!”

“Let’s see who dares to do that!”

A man’s murderous voice came from outside the house.

For a moment, Mable froze. As soon as she turned to look, she was yanked and pulled into someone’s embrace.

The familiar scent on the man’s body made her heart flutter a little. She looked up at him, dazed.

Blair looked indifferently at his parents and said overbearingly, “Mom, Dad, you’d better not do anything to her.”

Luke’s eyes flickered. “Blair, I’m doing this for your own good.”

“No need!” Blair rejected him coldly.

Martha stood up and rebuked him, “Blair, how could you talk to your dad like that?!”

“Forget it.”

Luke smiled and said calmly, “Since you like her, you can keep her as your lover.”

As long as Blair did not remarry Mable, he could turn a blind eye to it.

After all, the Jeffersons did not matter much to him.

Mable froze. ‘Lover?’

“She’s not a lover!”

Blair hugged Mable tightly. “I’ll say it again—only Mabes will be my wife!”

“Aren’t you divorced? Blair, you—”

Blair cut him off coldly. “Who says we can’t remarry after a divorce?”

Luke was stunned. He narrowed his eyes as he sized up his son once more.

Before his father passed away, his father had told him that of all his sons, Blair was the most like him. Blair was cold-hearted and ruthless. He understood priorities and always considered the bigger picture, so he would not act impulsively. Blair would not be swayed by emotions, especially not by sentimental attachments to a woman. He would be the best choice as the head of the family.

Now, it seemed Luke’s father had judged Blair wrongly.

Luke stared at Blair and asked him, “Blair, there are many socialites in Richworth who are prettier than Mable.”

Blair was still indifferent. “So what?”

He had not seen anyone prettier than Mable anyway.

Besides, even if he did, he did not care.

He was not so superficial that he only cared about one’s appearance.

Blair glanced at the bodyguards in the room before reverting his gaze back to his parents. “I don’t want this to happen again!”

Following that, he walked out with Mable without looking back.

Luke’s face became darker as he watched them leave.

Although Blair was not close to him since he was a child, he had always been polite to him.

However, Blair simply disregarded and disobeyed him today.

All for a woman!

…

Blair brought Mable to his car and asked, “Are you hurt?”

Mable looked at him as if he was retarded. “Do you think they can hurt me?”