Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Blair was working in the study when he suddenly heard the start of a sports car engine coming from outside.

He looked out the window and saw that it was Mable.

'Where is she going at this hour?'

Blair was worried, so he immediately went downstairs to follow her with his men.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Seeing as she ran several red lights along the way, he had a bad feeling about it.

Mable was driving too fast. Even though Blair chased her closely from behind, he still arrived a few minutes later.

When Blair arrived, he heard Tracey's cries from the abandoned workshop.

"Mabes, that's enough! Stop hitting! Mabes!"

Blair's heart tightened, and he rushed in quickly.

In the empty workshop, Mable was squatting beside a blonde man. Without a word, she grabbed his collar with one hand and punched his face with the other.

Bam!

Bam!

One punch after another.

Mable repeated her movements like a robot. Her eyes were hollow, and she was expressionless. She struck harder and harder with each punch.

The blonde man had stopped breathing, and his face was a bloody mess.

Mable's hand was also bright red.

Blair was stunned at the sight.

He recalled the last time Mable went 1v10 in the Leaux underground boxing ring. She was also expressionless with empty eyes, as if she was unconscious and only knew how to kill. When Tracey saw Blair, she hurriedly cried out, “Blair! Blair! Sob... Get Mabes to stop, quick!"

'She looks so scary.'

Blair shouted, "Amos, take Tracey to the car!"

Amos ran over and untied the rope on Tracey's feet. Then, he removed his jacket to wrap around her and carried her out.

"Mabes!"

Blair rushed forward, wanting to stop Mable from continuing any further.

Even so, she seemed to have not heard him, completely immersed in her own world. She gave off grim killing intent as though she was a machine that only knew how to kill. Blair hugged her from behind and grabbed her fist. "Enough, Mabes!"

Her hand was bleeding.

"Don't touch me!"

Mable screamed and violently broke away from Blair's embrace. She swung his fist hard at him.

"Ugh!"

Unable to dodge in time, Blair was hit in the face.

Mable stood up and swayed. "All. Of. You. Deserve. To. Die!"

She attacked Blair again after saying that.

Blair did not dodge her and faced her punch. He clasped her other wrist and pressed her against the wall. "Mabes, calm down!"

"Let go of me... Let go of me..."

Mable struggled hard. Slowly, she turned panicky and scared.

"Don't Let go of me... Don't..."

Her hollow eyes became teary.

"Don't... Don't..."

Blair pressed his forehead against Mable's and softly calmed her uncontrollable emotions.

"Mabes, it's me. Look at me I'm Blair.

"It's okay-it's okay now. Mabes, I'm here. Mabes..."

Mable slowly gave up struggling, and her eyes regained focus.

"Blair..."

'Is that you?'

Mable looked at the blurry silhouette in front of her and suddenly lost consciousness.

"Mabes!"

Blair caught her as she fainted. He panicked.

...

The Royal View Villa.

In the bedroom on the second floor.

Two doctors stood by the bed and inspected Mable closely.

"Master Blair, Ms. Jefferson is only hurt on the back of her right hand."