Chapter 8

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 any longer, so she turned around elegantly and left.

Blair watched her leave with a dark face.

After Mable left, Solomon finally dared to walk up to Blair. “Is she still the Mable who was madly in love with you?”

‘Has she been possessed?’

Blair was stumped as well. How could Mable have changed so much in just a few days?

…

Mable left Fowler Enterprise and went back to the hotel.

Not long after, she received a phone call from Tracey.

Tracey was Blair’s younger sister. She was cheerful, adorable, warm, and generous. She also had a particularly nice smile.

She had just learned about Mable and her brother’s divorce. Afraid that Mable would take things too hard, she asked Mable to accompany her shopping for a break.

Among the Fowlers, Tracey was the only person who was nice to Mable and the only friend she had in Croquen after her amnesia.

As Mable would be leaving Richworth soon and wanted to thank Tracey properly before she left, she agreed.

When they arrived at the mall, Mable took Tracey straight to her favorite Hermes counter.

Half an hour later.

Tracey carried the diamond crocodile skin handbag she had always wanted but had not been able to purchase out of the Hermes counter. She felt dizzy.

Although she usually spent a lot of money, it was too much to spend 550,000 dollars on a bag.

“Mabes, are you really gifting this bag to me?” Tracey looked at the bag worth a property in her hand in disbelief.

“Your birthday is next month, so take it as an early birthday gift.”

Tracey was extremely touched. She hugged Mable and cried, “Sobs… Mabes, you’re too nice!”

“But where did you get so much money?” Tracey asked.

‘When she and Blair divorced, did she not ask for a single penny or property?

‘She hasn’t gone out to work in the past two years, either, so she couldn’t have had an income.’

Mable answered faintly, “From my previous savings.”

Tracey was about to respond to her when she suddenly realized something. She widened her eyes at Mable and asked, “Mabes, y-you recovered your memory?!”

Mable replied to her, “Mm.”

Tracey was stunned. ‘No wonder she’s been so unusual in the past two days, as if she became a completely different person. It turns out she recovered her memory!’

She looked at Mable with bright eyes. “Mable, given that you’re so rich, are you the daughter of the richest family?”

Mable answered, “...No.”

‘Close.’

“Even if you’re not, you must be wealthy.”

Tracey immediately clung to Mable and said, “Mabes!!! Rich woman, be my sugar mommy!”

Mable and Tracey went through all the luxury counters in the mall the whole afternoon.

After having dinner, Tracey went home with her loot while Mable returned to the hotel.

Not long after arriving at the hotel, Mable received a phone call from Tracey.

She picked up the call, but an unfamiliar voice of a man sounded in her ear.

“You’re Tracey’s sister-in-law, right? Get to Cloud Villa within half an hour, or be prepared to collect her corpse.”