Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Solomon partied all night at his newly opened bar and did not get home until 5:00 am.

Not long after falling asleep, his phone rang.

He heard Blair's cold voice as soon as he picked up the call.

"Come out for a drink!"

Solomon was startled. He dozed off for the most part.

'He doesn't sound quite right.'

Even so, he did not ask anything and got up to change. Afterward, he slowly made his way to the bar.

At this point, the bar had closed. Only the waitresses were left cleaning the first-floor lobby.

Blair was in a private room on the second floor.

When Solomon went in, he saw the empty bottles of whisky on the table.

"What's wrong with you today? It's not like you to get drunk early in the morning."

Solomon sat opposite Blair and casually poured himself a glass of whisky.

Blair did not say anything. He picked up his glass and clinked it with Solomon. Then, he downed his drink in one go.

"What happened?" Solomon realized something was wrong.

Blair had always been calm. Even if he were in a bad mood, he would not drink without restraint like this.

Having known him for so many years, it was the first time Solomon had seen him this way.

"Master Blair, did you and Mable fight again?" Solomon guessed since Blair stayed silent.

Mable used to be an outlet for everyone. Now that she had recovered her memory, she became a domineering queen no one could afford to mess with. However, Blair fell for her. Even though Mable always gave him the cold shoulder, he still treated her like treasure and tried to please her every day.

If someone had told Solomon in the past that Blair would get drunk over a woman, he would have laughed his ass off.

Solomon sighed. Sure enough, love was harmful.

Luckily, he did not have a crush on anyone.

Blair filled his glass and downed his drink again. The strong liquor instantly burned his throat.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Did Mable run away again?" Solomon found it strange that Blair kept drinking.

The last time Mable escaped, Blair locked himself in the study and smoked all night. Why did he change to drinking this time?

Blair put down his glass and looked at Solomon. He said in a low and hoarse voice, "There are no more leads to Liv." "Hm?"

Solomon sat up straight. 'Ah, so it's because of Liv.'

"What does that mean?"

Blair pinched the spot between his eyebrows. "Frank was the only one who knew where Liv was, but he's dead now." Solomon looked at him with surprise. "Didn't you capture him? How did he "

"Mable had Hugh abduct him."

Solomon was startled but instantly understood.

There was strong hatred between Mable and Frank. If she had Frank, she would not let him live.

Unfortunately, Blair did not get to ask Frank about Liv before Mable made a move.

Solomon looked at Blair and asked, "So you fought with Mable over that?"

Blair stayed silent.

He knew Mable hated Frank, and so did he. He had everything laid out. Once he learned of Liv's whereabouts from Frank, he would get rid of Frank himself. Only Blair had not expected Mable to be so impatient.

"We didn't."

He sighed. How could he bear to fight with her?

That said, he was afraid he would not be

andle to control his temperet

and would lash out at her. So, he chose to escape by asking Solomon out for a drink to vent his anger.

Solomon filled Blair's glass and

looked teasingly at him. "It seems et

you have a high tolerance for Mable. You're even willing to overlook the matter with Liv."

Blair opened his eyes and said firmly, "Mable is more important to me than Liv."

Solomon crossed his legs and drank leisurely from his glass. He knew how important Mable was to Blair ever since Blair went against his dad for Mable's sake.

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