Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit novel Chapter 4

“Boss!”

When the lewd man’s bodyguards saw what had happened, they swarmed toward Mable.

Mable smirked. Her eyes were bloodshot from excitement.

“You’re asking for death!”

Mable faced them head-on and knocked each of them down with one punch. She was fast, accurate, and ruthless!

The whole process took less than ten seconds, and several bodyguards had now fallen to the ground.

In the charmingly lit lobby, the red-dressed Mable looked down at the men on the ground.

She casually ruffled her long hair, her smile wide and unrestrained. She looked cool and heroic.

“F*ck!”

Solomon pointed at Mable, almost tongue-tied.

“Mable… Y-you’re… so good at fighting!”

‘There’s no way… She used to be weak. How did she become so strong in the blink of an eye?

‘Was her previous good behavior all pretend?’

Blair stared at Mable. The coldness in his eyes slowly went away, and he curled his thin lips into a rather amusing smile.

His ex-wife seemed much more interesting than he had thought.

In their two years of marriage, she was as well-behaved as a rabbit. Once they divorced, her personality changed completely.

Moreover, her moves just now seemed so much like…

Blair narrowed his eyes, looking somewhat doubtful.

After settling the bunch of scum, Mable sat on the sofa once more.

Seeing as the pretty boys from before were standing on the side, she signaled them with her finger and smiled seductively.

“Why are you standing so far away? Come and pour me a glass of wine!”

The handsome guys were just about to sit over when a cold gaze shot over at them.

“Get lost!” Blair bellowed.

The guys were so frightened that their legs went limp. They immediately fled.

Master Blair of the Fowlers was known as Richworth’s living king of hell. He was ruthless and cold, and anyone who offended him would risk being killed.