บททั้งหมดของ Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit: บทที่ 361 - บทที่ 370

Meanwhile, Mable went to the police station to give her statement about the day before and retrieve her phone.The police officer mentioned that it was not the bank robbers’ first rodeo. Their MO was similar to an armored truck robbery more than ten years ago. They were likely the same group of people. The police were on the case and issued a lucrative reward to the public for any clues leading to the arrest of the perpetrators.After leaving the police station, Mable gave Rahman a call. Mable got the contact number of the drug seller from Anthony’s phone yesterday. However, she ran into some trouble before getting in touch with Rahman. Once the call went through, Mable told Rahman, “I’ve sent you the contact number. Get started on the job right away.” Rahman replied, “That’s quick. Okay. I’ll get right to it.” Mable said, “If you can’t be certain that Formula 73 is with him, don’t spook him off just yet.” “Got it.” Mable hung up and returned to the villa with Tracey.

Mable read the news article when she was struck by a thought. She asked Rory on the other end, “Spikeman? Is he one of yours?” She understood Rory well. He would not call her early in the morning just to tell her about the robbers’ arrest. Knowing Rory, he must have done something. On the other end of the line, Rory laughed. “You’re smart.” Mable raised her brow, knowing she guessed right. “Who is Spikeman? Is it someone I know?” Mable asked with a smile. She thought she would since she practically knew all of Rory’s henchmen.Rory paused. “Someone new. You don’t know him.” Mable did not pursue the identity of Spikeman. Instead, she asked, “I read on the news that the robbers were injured when the police arrived. Did you have something to do with it?” Rory scoffed and replied menacingly, “They should be punished for harming what’s mine.” Mable put her palm to her forehead and smiled pretentiously. “Well, thank you.” She then added, “But I’m not yours.” The guy was

Blair shopped the whole afternoon and only managed to get half of the things on his list. When they got home that night, Mable collapsed in bed right away. “I don’t think we need to get the remaining things, dear. The stuff we bought today is good enough.” Blair was preparing to give away way too many items. The Jefferson Residence’s living room might not even have the space to fit all the gifts. Blair looked at the list on his phone memo and said with a frown, “Enough? I don’t even think the items on the list are enough.” Mable sat up, looked at him, and said with a smile, “Are you really nervous right now, dear?” Blair sighed. He drew close to take her hand. “I’m really nervous.” Despite having met Ralph a few times before, Blair still could not figure him out.Mable hugged Blair on the waist, sticking her face against his chest. She replied with a smile, “Don’t be nervous. You have me.” Blair shuffled her long hair. “I won’t go wrong by following the gift etiquette

Anthony took a sip of tea and said leisurely, “Mable, I called you out today to tell you that the Fowlers have a hereditary mental illness that only affects the men. Typically, only the firstborn inherits the illness.”Mable was in shock. The genetic mental illness was only passed down to the firstborn. It would mean that Blair… Anthony said, “Since my dad and grandfather are the firstborns, they inherited the disease when they were born. As the oldest son, Blair also has the illness.” Mable’s breath hitched. She remembered Blair experiencing a dramatic shift in emotions once. That was when her Necro Poison acted up as well.Tracey said their recent breakup upset Blair, leading to his wild mood swings. So, he was given a sedative. Mable found it strange at the time, wondering why he needed a shot of sedative to calm down from an emotional outburst. Plus, Mable had checked Blair’s pulse when he was asleep. His pulse showed abnormal readings. Mable brushed it off, thinkin

When Mable left the club, she received a call from Rahman. “Mabes, I tracked down the seller of Formula 73!”At last, they traced the whereabouts. “Where’s the formula now?” Mable asked right away. “We have the formula, but we couldn’t apprehend the seller. He escaped, and…” Rahman was hesitant. “I suspect the seller copied the documents, even though we found the original.”Formula 73 was not just one formula. It was a collection of formulas. A thick medical book with over a dozen pharmaceutical recipes, LSD was just one of the listed formulas. Mable figured from the start that the perpetrator would copy the documents. Her concern was the original. Her teacher left behind dozens of formula collections, which he compiled himself. She did not want to lose any of the originals. “Keep Formula 73 with you for now. Keep digging on the seller who ran away.” “Alright.” Mable chatted with Rahman for a while, then hung up. She sent Paul a GPS location and texted him to