Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Chapter 30

If it was not for the metal gate separating him and Blair, Rahman would have punched him in the face.

“Blair, don’t think you can bind Mabes to you using Old Master Jefferson. She’s never threatened by anyone.”

Rahman held his arms and said with great certainty, “You’ll have to get a divorce sooner or later!”

Blair’s face darkened, and his black eyes were cold to the extreme.

“Besides, you have someone you like. So why are you still pestering her?”

Blair frowned. “Who told you I had someone I liked?”

Rahman exclaimed, “Didn’t Mabes say that your first love is back?”

Blair shouted coldly, “I don’t have a first love!”

‘Much less someone I like!’

Rahman did not care if Blair had a first love or not. He directly fished out a pen and checkbook from his bag.

“Blair, name your price. How much would it take for you to divorce Mabes?!”

Blair was dumbfounded.

‘Do I look like I’m short of money?

‘Why are they all throwing money at me?!’

“Oh, I forgot that you’re probably not short of money. How about this? I’ll give you a diamond mining mountain. That’s not something you can buy with money.

“How about I introduce you to my godsister? She’s the royal princess of Monafett. If you marry her, you’ll— Hey, Blair, I’m not done yet. Don’t you go!”

Blair ignored Rahman outside. He went back to his house and immediately called Victor Emir.

Rahman’s voice was getting hoarse outside the house. He was about to ask someone to get him a loudspeaker to continue shouting when he received a call from his older brother.

“What? I have to go back now? But… Okay, I’ll be right back.”

After hanging up the phone, Rahman texted Mable to let her know he had an urgent matter to take care of. Following that, he went to the airport with his men.

Blair stood on the balcony with a glass of wine. He curled his thin lupus as he watched Rahman leave in a hurry. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

‘I finally got rid of trouble!

‘Hmph!

‘Trying to challenge me? You’re still too young!’

…

Mable slept until she woke up naturally.

When she sat up, she saw Blair sitting on the sofa in the bedroom. He was working with a laptop on his lap.

Seeing she was awake, Blair stopped typing on the keyboard. “You’re awake.”

His gentle tone caused Mable to lose concentration for a moment.

Seeing her staring at him blankly, Blair put down his laptop and walked over to rub her head. “You’re still not fully awake?”

“I am.”

Mable avoided his hand distantly and got out of bed to look at the time. It was 2:00 pm.

She had slept for six hours.

This was the first time during an attack she had slept for such a long time.

After washing up, Mable went downstairs to have lunch.

When she took out her phone to take a look, she saw that Rahman had sent her a few messages three hours ago.

[B*tch Rahman: My brother called me to tell me something happened at home, so I have to rush back. Take care.]

[B*tch Rahman: Oh, right. You should be wary of Blair, that *sshole. I feel he doesn’t have good intentions toward you.]

Mable replied with a smiling emoji and then turned off her phone.

…

Mable rested well in Blair’s villa for a couple of days.

Two days later, it was finally the day of Dane and Marissa’s wedding.

As the two were future heirs of their respective families, they were considered the real-life version of a prince and a princess, as well as a match made in heaven.

The wedding venue was set in Tourmaline Manor, the highest-end luxury hotel in Ashdale. All those who attended the wedding banquet were either from prestigious families, important figures in business and politics, or celebrities.

It was a high-profile and extravagant wedding. Not only was the media invited, but there was also going to be a live broadcast.