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“Let’s get a divorce. “Four million dollars, enough for you to live comfortably for the rest of your life. “Sign the papers and get out of here now!” After being married for two years, Mable Jefferson never thought that the first time Blair took the initiative to find her was for a divorce. “Blair, why do you want a divorce? Did I do something wrong? I can—” “I found Liv,” Blair cut her off with a cold voice. Mable was stunned. ‘Liv?’ “Didn’t Tracey say… she had passed away—” “Shut up!” Blair rebuked. He would not allow anyone to say anything bad about Olivia! Mable pursed her lips tightly. Her heart felt like it was cut open by a sharp blade, and it was hurting so much that it was hard to breathe. She always knew Blair had a spot for his unforgettable first love in his heart. So much so that he tattooed her name on his chest. Blair loved that woman named Liv dearly. Just like how Mable loved him. “Blair, I don’t want to divorce you. Let’s not get a divorce,

“F*ck, it really is Mable!” Solomon made sure he had not recognized the wrong person. He was so shocked that his eyes were about to pop out. “Given that she called so many male models, her taste is unusually strong!” Blair looked at Mable, his black eyes cold to the extreme. Not only was she caught going in and out of a hotel with Rahman, she also dared to openly find men for fun in the club. ‘Very well! ‘Mable, you’re really something!’ … Mable was having a hot time with a bunch of handsome young men when she suddenly noticed someone staring sharply at her. She turned her head and saw a familiar figure walking toward her. Mable’s eyes flickered, and she purposely curled the corner of her mouth into a teasing smile. In an instant, Blair walked through the crowd and stood in front of her. “Mable, are you that desperate? Fooling around right after signing the divorce agreement…” Mable had good features and fair skin. However, she normally did not wear much makeu

Two years ago, Mable was injured and lost her memory. For the past two years, she had been living in Blair’s private villa and did not go out to work, so she could not have known Rahman from Monafett. Blair’s eyes flickered for a moment. ‘Unless they knew each other before that.’ “Solomon, look into Rahman. I want to know everything between him and Mable.” After a pause, he added, “Also, look into Mable’s background.” Solomon responded to him and teased him, “Master Blair, why do I feel like you’re the one who got dumped?” At that, Blair only glared annoyingly at Solomon.… Mable purposely said to continue to have fun somewhere else for Blair to hear. After all, she wanted to anger him to death! Once they had left Sleepless City, Mable went straight back to the hotel. On the way, Rahman chattered endlessly, asking about her relationship with Blair. Mable could not stop him and casually explained, “He saved my life two years ago, so I returned the favor with my body

Beatrice did not expect the usually soft and deceivable Mable to dare to talk to her like that. She was so mad that her face changed. “Mable, don’t you think you're being cheap? Blair has divorced you. Why are you still pestering him?!” ‘This shameless woman must have dressed up so beautifully to seduce Blair.’ Mable curled her red lips into an evil smile. “Ms. Stanton, Blair and I haven’t received our divorce certificate, so legally, we’re still married.” Beatrice rushed up to Mable and arrogantly pointed at her nose. “So what if you’re legally married? It’s not like you’re the one Blair likes!” “It doesn’t matter if he likes me or not. What matters is that as long as I don’t get a divorce, I’m the rightful Mrs. Fowler.” Beatrice simply wanted to rip Mable’s vixen-like face apart. “I’ve seen a lot of women like you. You’re dragging it on and refusing to divorce just for the money, aren’t you?!” While saying that, she took a check from her bag and threw it at Mable’s fa

In the outskirts of the city, Cloud Villa. At this moment, Tracey was sitting on the sofa with her hands tied and mouth taped shut. Two bodyguards in black stood on her left and right, their gazes fixed on her. A man hung up the phone and looked back at the two bodyguards. “Hurry up and untie Ms. Fowler.” As soon as her hands were freed, Tracey ripped the tape off her mouth and stood up with a huff. “Henry, what the f*ck is wrong with you? How dare you kidnap me?!” Among Richworth’s three great families, apart from the Fowlers, there were the Morses and the Walkers. Although the Morses were not close to the Fowlers, there were still some dealings between them. “Ms. Fowler, please don’t be mad. I won’t hurt you. I only brought you here to get Mable to come.” Tracey’s heart thumped. She had also just learned that Mable hurt Beatrice’s face and broken one of her hands. Henry was Beatrice’s loyal lapdog. Since he kidnapped Tracey to lure Mable, he must want to avenge Be