All Chapters of Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

Mable clung tightly to the man and nodded at his question. “Yeah. Go ahead. I’m listening.” Blair took a moment in silence before saying, “As far as I can remember, I had been living with my grandpa. Every other kid’s first word is either mama or papa, but mine was pop-pop.“I believe my dad had just taken over Fowler Enterprise when I was born. He was always busy. Sometimes, I would not even see him for weeks. When I did, he was indifferent most of the time.“My mother’s health declined after she gave birth to me, and she retreated from the world to focus on her recovery until I was five. Now that I think about it, I only saw them on Christmas and Thanksgiving before I was eight.“While I was in elementary school, my grandpa attended all the PTA meetings. I remember catching a cold one winter. I was disoriented, calling out to my parents. My fever wouldn’t go down, so my grandpa called my dad to check on me. However, my parents never came. I was burning for two days, but neither

Mable gave it a thought. “Between samples A, B, and C, one of them is yours.” Blair nodded and replied, “Sample B is mine.”Mable had no words. She had suspected so. Blair proceeded to say, “Sample C is Anthony’s, and sample A belongs to my mom.” Mable froze. She remembered it was written that samples A and C had a 99.9999% chance of a biological relationship. “Anthony is your mother’s biological son.” Mable looked at Blair in shock. She thought that one of the samples would be Luke’s. She did not expect the sample to belong to Martha. So, Blair and Martha… Blair chuckled, his eyes filled with irony. “Yeah. Anthony is the biological son of my parents. “The woman I addressed as ‘Mom’ isn’t related to me biologically. In the end, I’m the bastard whose mother is unknown. Don’t you find it funny, Mabes?” Mable studied Blair’s face. “I won’t allow you to say that about yourself, Blair! You’re the heir to the Fowlers! Your Grandpa Alex raised you to be the next successor

Arthur waited in the living room for nearly half an hour before the bedroom door finally opened. Dressed in a long-sleeved sweatshirt, Tracey took her time to walk out of the bedroom. She looked at Arthur with a blushing face. The leftover alcohol from last night was still on the coffee table in the living room. Arthur had his head down. From the look on his face, something weighed heavily on his mind. As Tracey emerged, Arthur rose to his feet. Tracey looked at him, her fingers twinned together nervously. She bit her lip, not knowing what to say. Their eyes met, but no one broke the silence. The dead air only made things awkward between them. Ultimately, Arthur spoke, “I’m sorry, Ms. Fowler. I was drunk last night.”Tracey froze and stared at Arthur with a complicated look. They were on a first-name basis on her request, but now he returned to addressing her formally. Although Tracey was laid back in character, she was sensitive to reading people’s behavior. She could t

Tracey had a first-aid kit at home. Mable took her temperature. It was at 101.3 degrees Fahrenheit. Mable made Tracey chicken soup before giving her something for the fever. “Have you been crying, Tracey?” Sitting by the bed, Mable observed Tracey’s puffy eyes and asked. Mable could tell Tracey was feeling down. Tracey was a cheerful girl, barely showing her low-spirited side. Tracey rubbed her eyes. Her voice was hoarse. “No. My eyes feel irritated from the cold, so I teared up.” Mable sighed and shuffled her hair. “Your eyes are puffy and swollen. Did you think I couldn’t tell?” Tracey pressed her lips tightly together, fighting back the sadness. Mable held her hand. “Did something happen?” Knowing that she could not hide her emotions from Mable, Tracey replied in a muffled voice, “It’s nothing, really. I told Arthur how I felt about him under the influence, and he turned me down. I just feel a little sad.” Mable was taken aback. She sighed to herself. No wonder T

As Blair looked at the couple he had called his parents for over two decades, his eyes grew distant. It seemed they had no intention of telling him about his birth. While Luke and Martha tried to keep the truth from Blair, Anthony took great pains to let him know. It was interesting. Blair was not hung up on the matter. Since they refused to come clean, he would not burst the bubble.Now was not the time. “I’m curious about one thing, Dad.” Blair paused before asking, “Did you bring Anthony back because I have a hereditary mental illness? Is he supposed to replace me because you don’t think I’m up for the job?”Luke glared at his son, looking ashen. He was furious because Blair was right on the money. “Now that you know, I’ll tell you straight that you’re not fit to run the company. With Anthony here now, I will show him the ropes. Once the time is right, he will take your place.” Blair smirked. “Dad, do you think you can sway my position in the company with your few