Hugh immediately stood in front of Mable.
The bodyguards behind also reacted quickly and surrounded her to protect her.
The cars stopped.
Ten or so bodyguards came down from the cars but did not make a move.
Amos got down from the Maybach’s passenger seat. He took a rectangular box from one of the bodyguards and walked straight toward Mable.
Mable smiled faintly at him. “Assistant Nielsen, you can’t stop me.”
“Ms. Jefferson, you’ve misunderstood. We’re not here to stop you.”
Amos handed her the box and said, “Master Blair asked me to pass this on to you.”
Mable glanced at the backseat of the Maybach. The window was closed, so she could not see the person inside.
It seemed Blair did not intend to come down.
She was relieved.
“No thanks. Master Blair took care of me during this time. If we’re doing gifts, I should be the one giving him something instead.”
Mable refused to accept an undeserved reward. It was hard enough for her to make up her mind to leave Blair. She did not want to owe him any more favors.
“Ms. Jefferson, you’d better accept it.”
Amos was sincere and firm. It looked as though he would not let Mable go unless she accepted it.
Hugh looked at Amos with dissatisfaction. “What does your CEO want?”
Amos did not say anything and still looked at Mable with respect.
Helpless, Mable could only signal Hugh to take it.
“I’ve accepted it. Please thank Master Blair for me.”
If necessary, she would find a chance in the future to return a gift to him.
“Okay.”
Mable took one last look at the backseat of the Maybach and turned around to board the airplane.
Hugh followed closely behind.
Amos returned to the car. The backseat’s fender was lowered at this time.
A man in black loungewear sat in the backseat. He was cold, staring at the plane about to take off.
“Master Blair, I’ve handed the thing to Ms. Jefferson.”
“Did she say anything?”
Amos answered, “...She asked me to thank you.”
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