When Frank gave his command, he thought the bodyguards lying in ambush in the backyard would rush in immediately. Who knew that not even a single person came in after waiting for a while. “Guards! Guards!” Frank shouted a few more times. Still, no one came in, and he ran to the backyard. The dozens of bodyguards he had arranged were all lying dead on the ground. A man in a leather jacket stood amongst the corpses on the ground, looking at Frank with a straight face. He looked as though he was the grim reaper. Frank broke out in a cold sweat when he saw this. ‘They’re elite bodyguards handpicked by me. How could they…? ‘How could they have been killed by him just like that?!’ “W-who are you?” Frank pointed at the man, his voice unconsciously trembling. Hugh walked toward him without saying anything. Faced with the strong killing intent, Frank immediately reached for the gun hidden in his clothes. Nonetheless, before he could even pull out the gun, he felt a sud
Before Mable could reject Blair, he directly motioned her into his car. Mable did not refuse this time. She was exhausted and did not have the energy to deal with him. “Hugh, follow his car,” she said to Hugh. Blair’s face darkened. “You want him to stay at my place?” Mable raised her eyebrow. “Do you have a problem with that?” ‘This scum is too problematic!’ Blair’s face tensed up, and he looked extremely reluctant. Mable immediately opened the car door. “Forget it if you don’t want to. We’ll go to a hotel.” Blair slammed the car door shut and said, “Drive!” Amos did not dare waste any time. He hit the accelerator. Twenty minutes later, Mable returned to Blair’s villa and had the maid arrange a guest room for Hugh. After having dinner, Hugh worked out in the yard. Mable had not seen him in three years and wanted to test him, so she changed into sportswear and sparred with him. “Not bad, your speed and strength have improved. That said, you tend to rush your m
Mable returned to her bedroom and washed her face in cold water. She stared at herself in the mirror, confused and torn. ‘What did Blair mean just now? ‘Is he really in love with me? ‘What about his first love?’ The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became. She had just finished washing up when Blair walked into the bedroom with a glass of milk in his hand. He handed her the milk and casually took the blow dryer in her hand to help her dry her hair. Mable was happy to enjoy it since he wanted to help her. She drank the milk while using her phone. It was probably Blair’s first time blow-drying someone’s hair, so his movements were slightly stiff. Moreover, he did not use the right force to ruffle her hair, and the experience was extremely poor. “Be gentle! Don’t just blow on one spot. This side is still wet.” Mable pulled the right side of her hair and glared at Blair. Blair scoffed softly and pinched her soft face. “You’re quite good at ordering peop
Clack.After hanging up, Mable casually threw the phone on the coffee table.Blair curled her hair at her temple and smiled faintly. “Dear, are you jealous?” Mable ruffled her half-dried hair and pushed him away. “Get lost!” “You ungrateful woman, you’re turning against me after using me.” “As if you didn’t use me just now.” Blair did not want to be calculative. He turned off the blow dryer and ran his fingers through her hair, gently massaging her scalp. “I’ll massage you.” Mable moaned softly as she enjoyed it. She felt a tingling sensation rising from her tailbone, and her body unconsciously relaxed. As a result, she leaned back into his arms. “I didn’t expect you to be an expert in this. It’s a pity you’re not a masseur.” Seeing that Mable was enjoying it, he asked after a moment of silence, “Since I’m serving you so dutifully, shouldn’t you answer my previous question?” “Hm?” Mable opened her eyes and happened to look into his deep but bright eyes. Her hear
“Mable, watch out!” Blair’s nervous shout suddenly came from behind Mable. Before she could turn around, a strong force tackled her to the ground. A gunshot rang out the moment they fell, breaking the silent night. “Boss!” Hugh reacted quickly and jumped out of the car. He drew his gun and aimed it in the direction from which the gunshot came. Bang, bang!Gunshots were heard again. Blair held Mable and rolled on the lawn to dodge the bullet. When the bodyguards in the villa heard the commotion, they rushed out in a line and formed a circle around Blair and Mable with guns in their hands. “There’s an ambush! Over there on the roof!” Hugh pointed at the isolated bungalow opposite the villa. A group of bodyguards aimed in the direction he said and opened fire. After a round of intense firing, the roof of the building went silent. “Let go!” Mable pushed the man hugging her tightly in his arms but heard a muffled grunt. Her heart thumped. “Blair! Are you hurt?”
Mable never showed her face in Secret. So, apart from her few trusted aides, no one had seen her before. She was stunned. “What did you say?” “I’ve verified his identity. He’s indeed someone from Secret. Frank was the one who provided him with your whereabouts. As for the person who hired him, the other party made the transaction through a virtual account on the dark web. I’m still looking into it.” Mable frowned. “It wasn’t Frank?”“No.”It made sense. If Frank was able to hire someone from Secret, he would not have hired those scums from Shark two years ago. Nevertheless, who could it be if not Frank? No matter who it was, that person must know Frank. “Get Frank here!” “Yes, Boss.” Mable hung up and stood in the corridor for a while. Once she had calmed down, she returned to the ward. In the ward, Blair was still unconscious. The last bottle of drip was almost finished. Mable sat on the edge of the bed. She was heartbroken at the sight of Blair’s pale face. If
Mable would not let anyone slap her. She lifted her hand and gripped the woman’s wrist, her eyes cold to the core. “Mrs. Fowler, do you not want to use your hand anymore?!” Blair’s mother, Martha Mcdowell, was startled for a moment. She looked angrier than before. “What’s the matter? Are you going to fight me? Let go!” Mable scoffed disdainfully and shook off her hand. Martha lost her balance and staggered back, almost falling. “You! How dare you push me?!” Beatrice quickly held her. “Aunt Martha, are you alright?” After getting off the call with Blair yesterday, she booked a flight to Ashdale early this morning. Coincidentally, she met Solomon and Tracey at the airport and overheard their conversation, learning that Blair had been injured trying to save Mable. Beatrice could not let go of such a good opportunity. So she informed Martha and came to Ashdale with her. Martha was dissatisfied with Mable, to begin with. Now that she knew Blair was injured because of her
“Blair!”“Blair, are you alright?” Martha and Beatrice ran in as fast as they could. “Mom? Why are you here?” Blair frowned and looked sternly at Tracey. Tracey immediately waved her hands and shook her head. “I’m not the one who told her.” Martha glared at Tracey and said harshly, “How could you not tell me when your brother is so heavily injured? If Beatrice hadn’t informed me in time, I’d still be in the dark.” Tracey hurriedly explained, “Mom, I was just afraid you’ll be worried—” “Are you afraid I’ll be worried or that I’ll blame Mable, that b*tch?! Hmph. You’re an ungrateful daughter indeed! You only know how to defend her. Is she the one who feeds and clothes you?” Mable was just walking through the door when she heard Martha’s words. She subconsciously stopped in her tracks. ‘What does she mean by that?’ “Mom…” Tracey bit her lip and looked at Martha with reddened eyes. She felt very aggrieved. “Don’t call me that. I don’t have a daughter—” “Enough!”