Beatrice did not expect the usually soft and deceivable Mable to dare to talk to her like that. She was so mad that her face changed. “Mable, don’t you think you're being cheap? Blair has divorced you. Why are you still pestering him?!” ‘This shameless woman must have dressed up so beautifully to seduce Blair.’ Mable curled her red lips into an evil smile. “Ms. Stanton, Blair and I haven’t received our divorce certificate, so legally, we’re still married.” Beatrice rushed up to Mable and arrogantly pointed at her nose. “So what if you’re legally married? It’s not like you’re the one Blair likes!” “It doesn’t matter if he likes me or not. What matters is that as long as I don’t get a divorce, I’m the rightful Mrs. Fowler.” Beatrice simply wanted to rip Mable’s vixen-like face apart. “I’ve seen a lot of women like you. You’re dragging it on and refusing to divorce just for the money, aren’t you?!” While saying that, she took a check from her bag and threw it at Mable’s fa
In all his 26 years of living, no one had ever dared splash Blair with coffee.“If you want to die, I can make it happen!” “Ha.” Mable scoffed disdainfully. Even in the face of such great pressure from Blair, she was not afraid. “Try me.” ‘See if I’ll blow your head off!’ Blair’s reserved and handsome face was shrouded in an indescribable danger. “Don’t think I won’t dare to do anything to you just because you have Rahman to back you up!” Mable raised her eyebrow. It had always been her who backed up Rahman, that idiot! “What’s the matter? Are you jealous because someone is backing me up?” Blair choked. He did not like her, so how could he be jealous? He just felt very unhappy! “Mable, if you’re trying to play hard to get, I advise you to drop the idea before it’s too late!” Mable rolled her eyes at him. “Play hard to get, my *ss!” ‘Scum! ‘Does he think I’m loved by all?’ Mable was afraid that she would not be able to resist killing Blair if she stayed an
In the outskirts of the city, Cloud Villa. At this moment, Tracey was sitting on the sofa with her hands tied and mouth taped shut. Two bodyguards in black stood on her left and right, their gazes fixed on her. A man hung up the phone and looked back at the two bodyguards. “Hurry up and untie Ms. Fowler.” As soon as her hands were freed, Tracey ripped the tape off her mouth and stood up with a huff. “Henry, what the f*ck is wrong with you? How dare you kidnap me?!” Among Richworth’s three great families, apart from the Fowlers, there were the Morses and the Walkers. Although the Morses were not close to the Fowlers, there were still some dealings between them. “Ms. Fowler, please don’t be mad. I won’t hurt you. I only brought you here to get Mable to come.” Tracey’s heart thumped. She had also just learned that Mable hurt Beatrice’s face and broken one of her hands. Henry was Beatrice’s loyal lapdog. Since he kidnapped Tracey to lure Mable, he must want to avenge Be
One moment, Tracey was worried about Mable. However, the next moment, she saw her effortlessly take out the two bodyguards who seized her. One of the bodyguards was hit in the head with the stick, while the other was kicked away by Mable. Without the chance to even scream, both of them fell hard to the ground. When Henry saw that the situation was not right, he quickly shouted at the door, “Somebody! Come!” Mable lightly ruffled her long hair and looked at Henry, “If you’re calling for the dozen people outside the door, I advise you not to waste your time.” Henry gasped and looked at the woman in front of him in disbelief. The twenty people he had brought tonight were all skilled professional bodyguards. How could they have been dealt with by her so quickly? They did not even last ten minutes! ‘How could this woman be so strong?! ‘Didn’t everyone always say she’s weak and fragile? ‘She’s a f*cking tigress in disguise!’ Mable had no expression on her face except fo
“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
Tracey looked at her brother. ‘Isn’t he the one who forced Mabes to divorce? ‘Why does it look like he was the one dumped instead? ‘I don’t understand him!’ Mable rolled her eyes at Blair. No longer interested in engaging with them, she said indifferently, “Mr. Morse, if you’d like to avenge your brother, I’m ready whenever.” She paused, then added with a smile, “Though, I’d like to kindly remind you to bring more people.” Howard frowned. ‘This woman isn’t just a little arrogant!’ After she finished, Mable directly went into the red sports car parked by the road. She hit the accelerator, and her car sped away like an arrow leaving its bow. “Mabes…” By the time Tracey returned to her senses, the red car’s tail lights had gotten farther and farther away. Tracey was so excited that she was about to jump. “Blair, Mabes was so cool tonight. She alone defeated Henry’s bodyguards in a one-sided manner…” Blair stared in the direction Mable left, his dark eyes gradually shro
Mable could not believe it. She was just about to call her grandpa when she saw a news item pop up on the laptop screen. [Ashdale’s first socialite, Marissa Jefferson, to marry the eldest son of the Snyders, wedding date confirmed.] Below the headline was the wedding photo of Marissa and Dane. Mable stared at the photo in shock. One of the two people was her cousin, while the other was her fiance who had been engaged to her five years ago. They were getting married! Moreover, they had taken their wedding photos. ‘Motherf*cker! ‘Do Marissa and Dane think I’m dead?!’ Mable immediately searched what happened to the Jeffersons in the past two years and finally found two important things. The first was that the Jeffersons had announced her death two years ago. Furthermore, they held a decent funeral for her. The second thing was that Old Mr. Jefferson was so devastated by her death that he had a stroke and became paralyzed. Mable’s grandpa was the only one among
“F*ck!” Mable looked at the hijackers with hoods and guns rushing into the first-class cabin. She could not hold back and cursed. She was already upset to meet Blair, the scum, and now, she was facing a hijack. Mable was extremely unhappy at this moment. She wanted to hit someone! Her wrist was suddenly held by a slightly cold hand. Mable looked down and met Blair’s firm gaze. “Don’t be scared!” She sneered and shook off his hand. “It’s them who should be scared.” There were three other passengers in the first-class cabin apart from Mable, Rahman, and Blair. The two armed hijackers escorted them to the middle of the cabin, and the crew all squatted on the ground with their hands on their heads. Mable carefully looked around. There were a total of six hijackers, all of them equipped with guns. One of them also had a smoke bomb hanging from his waist. The leader of the hijackers took one of his men to the cockpit while the remaining four hijackers guarded the hostages