Mable sighed and leaned back in her chair. She took her phone out and prepared to transfer money to Blair. “Tell me, how much do you want?”
Blair was confused.
‘She wants to throw money at me?!’
Mable continued to ask, “8,000 dollars? 15,000 dollars? 30,000 dollars?”
Seeing Blair’s face turn dark and that he did not say anything, Mable crossed her legs and purposely frowned with disgust. “The most expensive gigolo in Richworth is only 15,000 dollars or so. Is 30,000 dollars still too little for you?”
“Mable!”
The veins on Blair’s forehead were bulging. Mable was treating him like a gigolo!
She could really infuriate him to his death!
Mable tucked her hair behind her ear and asked, “Besides, what will happen to your first love if we don’t divorce?
“You’re not wanting to have more than one partner, are you? Are you so greedy that you want to keep your marriage while still having affairs outside?”
“What nonsense are you talking about?!”
Blair looked speechlessly at Mable. “There was a mistake in the news last time. Liv wasn’t found.”
The smile on Mable’s face froze.
‘No wonder he suddenly changed his mind about getting a divorce. It turns out he didn’t find his first love.
Mable stared coldly at him. “Blair, I’m not a lapdog at your beck and call.”
“Mable, I didn’t mean it like that!”
“Then what do you mean?!”
Mable was so mad that her face turned red. She was about to say something when her phone rang.
She glanced at it. Seeing it was Rahman who called, she pushed Blair away at once.
As the call connected, before she could speak, Rahman’s urgent voice was heard.
“Mabes, this is bad. Your grandpa has been kidnapped!”
‘Grandma has been kidnapped?!’
“What happened?”
‘To be able to kidnap Grandpa from Rahman, whoever did it mustn’t be ordinary.’
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