Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit novel Chapter 13

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 the Jeffersons who knew what she was capable of. Unless he saw her dead body, he would not believe she had passed away.

Logically speaking, the Jeffersons should not know she was hunted down and had fallen off a cliff two years ago. Unless…

Mable stared at the bank card account that was just checked. Her clear eyes narrowed into a line.

Since her parents passed away when she was young, as an heiress, she was raised by her grandpa. If she died, the right of succession would fall into the hands of the second family.

Thinking it through, Mable understood it all.

Rahman walked to the wine cabinet and poured her a glass of red wine. He smiled faintly. “Mabes, I brought a lot of people this time. They’re enough for you to raze the Jeffersons to the ground!”

Mable gave him a cool look. “Don’t be nosy!”

Rahman sat on the sofa and asked, “What’s the matter? You’re not going to take revenge for this?”

Mable sipped on her wine. With an evil smile, she asked, “Am I such a kind person?”

Rahman snapped his fingers and smiled gladly.

‘Even after not seeing you for two years, you haven’t changed a bit!’

“Pack up. I’m returning to Ashdale tomorrow,” Mable said.

…

The next day.