Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

The morning sun was blazing.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

In the open space outside the villa, two rows of dazzling supercars were lined up. They were in all kinds of colors.

There were the McLaren P1 LM, Lykan Hypersport, Lamborghini Veneno Roadster, Koenigsegg One: 1, and so on.

Mable was stunned when she saw the supercars.

She pointed at them and asked, "...Who's the extravagant show-off?!"

Tracey smiled excitedly. "Who else? My brother, of course!"

Mable was speechless.

All of the cars were global limited editions. Each cost at least a million dollars, and they were not something one could just buy with money.

For instance, even Rahman, who loved cars as much as he did his life, had been thinking of getting the Lykan Hypersport for a year. However, he could not get his hands on it. "Why did he buy so many cars?" Mable asked.

Blair was rich, but buying so many supercars in one go must have cost a fortune.

Tracey looked enviously at Mable. "For you, of course."

Mable was confused by her words.

Footsteps came from behind her.

Mable turned around to find Blair coming out of the house. His features appeared even more defined under the sun, making him look handsome and charming.

She pointed at the cars and asked, "These cars..."

"They're for you."

Blair walked up to her and ruffled her hair from above. "Next time, if you want to race, you can drive what we have at home. After all, driving someone else's car isn't as comfortable as driving your own." Mable finally understood why Blair bought so many cars for her. It was because she borrowed Howard's car yesterday.

Blair was jealous of Howard.

Mable looked at him speechlessly. "Even so, you didn't have to buy so many of them. Do you have nowhere to spend your money?"

She had always thought only Rahman, that flashy rich man, would spend his money extravagantly. She did not expect Blair would be so irrational either.

Blair raised his eyebrow as if unbothered. "I earn money for my wife to spend."

Mable said, "...I'm not your wife!"

"You will be sooner or later," Blair said seriously.

Mable stared at him, suddenly feeling helpless.

Tracey could not stand it anymore and wailed. "It's early in the morning. Can you two give me a break?!"

'Are you bullying me for not having a boyfriend?!'

Mable seemed troubled as she looked at Blair. "Blair, don't be like this."

Blair looked deeply at her. "You don't have to feel pressured. I did this voluntarily."

"-"

"Alright. Let's eat." Before Mable could finish, Blair led her into the house.

Mable ate breakfast with a heavy heart.

Amos came right after they finished.

"Master Blair, we found Beatrice Stanton, but..."

Blair frowned. "But what?

"She's dead?"

Mable was dumbfounded. "Dead?"

Amos nodded and continued, "She died three days ago from a car accident. Due to severe facial damage, her identity wasn't

d right away. The polil net

only identified her through DNA comparison and have informed the Stantons."

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in the past few days t

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Blair asked, "Has the cause of the car accident been determined?"

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Blair frowned. Now that Beatrice was dead, there were no clues to the person backing her.

"She got off easy, dying just like that!" Tracey expressed indignantly.