Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Chapter 72

‘That must be it!’

Beatrice fantasized and smiled brighter.

“Mable, believe it or not, Blair will kick you out if I tell him to!”

Mable looked faintly at her as if she was looking at a retard. “Try it then!”

Soon, Blair adjourned the meeting and returned to his office.

He had obviously not expected Mable to come. He froze for a moment and then frowned.

Mable noticed his expression, and her heart ached for no reason.

She figured he was probably still angry about last night.

Mable stood up. Before she could say anything, Blair pointed at the door and said coldly, “Get out!”

Mable was stunned.

On the other hand, Beatrice was overjoyed.

She had not said anything, but Blair already asked Mable to go out. It seemed like he had gotten sick of her.

‘This is great!’ Beatrice thought to herself.

Mable stared at Blair’s cold eyes and pursed her lips.

Beatrice won!

Though Mable could not compare to Liv, even Beatrice was more important to Blair.

She suddenly felt ridiculous.

She turned to leave and walked out without any hesitation.

Just as she walked out of the office, Mable received a message from Ethan. He had gotten her blood test result.

…

Watching Mable walk out of the office, Blair loosened his tie, feeling a little annoyed.

“Have her wait for me in the lounge and send her breakfast,” he said to Amos.

“Understood.” Amos left after that.

Blair’s heart wrenched when he recalled Mable’s pale face.

Aunt Grace called him just now to inform him that Mable had woken up and gone out without having breakfast.

Blair was about to call her after his meeting when he heard Amos say she was waiting for him in his office.

Why could she not have had breakfast first before coming over?

She had a hard time last night, so he wondered if she felt better today.

“Blair.”

Beatrice seemed hurt as she looked at Blair. It turned out he asked Mable to go out to have breakfast!

Only then did Blair look at her with narrowed eyes.

He sat in his chair and gently tapped the desk with his index finger. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Were you the one who took the pictures yesterday?”

Beatrice quickly went forward and looked for the photos in her phone gallery to show him.

“Yes. Blair, I saw Mable having a private meeting with another man. They were especially intimate and even kissed. Though, I didn’t manage to take a picture of that.

“Oh, right. I remember a paparazzo photographed her and a foreign tycoon staying in a hotel the whole night.

“Blair, Mable must have a messy private life. I also heard she once asked for many gigolos at a bar.

“A woman like her doesn’t deserve you. It’s a good thing you divorced her…”

Blair went through the photos on Beatrice’s phone. He selected them all, deleted them, and reformatted the phone.

Given the angles they were taken, they must have been deliberately shot to create a specific effect.

Blair had been so enraged yesterday that he blindly believed they were real.

In return, he almost hurt her last night and made her so angry that she ran out into the rain and got sick.

“Blair, why did you…?” Beatrice could not understand why Blair deleted the photos from her phone.

Blair threw her phone on the table and asked coldly, “Beatrice, who gave you the guts to scheme against my woman?”

Beatrice stiffened. “No, I… Blair…”

“Since you did it, you’ll have to suffer the consequences!”

Beatrice’s phone rang at this time. It was her dad who called.

As soon as she answered it, her dad’s ear-shattering voice came through.

“What did you do to piss off Master Blair? He stopped all collaborations with Stanton Enterprise, and now all other companies we’re cooperating with have also withdrawn their investments…”