Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Chapter 64

Mable got down from the car and looked coldly at the luxurious mansion in front of her.

In the two years she was married to Blair, she had only been to the Fowler Residence several times.

Every time she came, she was either criticized by Martha or bullied by the Fowlers’ relatives.

Everyone knew she was not favored by Blair and was so weak that even the servants bullied her.

Once, Martha punished her for pouring tea that was too hot by making her kneel in the garden for the whole afternoon. She fainted due to heat stroke, but everyone ignored her. In the end, it was Tracey who arrived in time to take her to the hospital.

Therefore, Mable did not have good memories of the Fowler Residence.

Seeing that she was not moving, the maid urged her, “Why are you still standing there? Aren’t you going in?!”

As the maid spoke, she reached out to push Mable’s shoulder.

Mable grabbed the maid’s hand and slapped her in the face.

The maid was dumbfounded. She held her face as she screamed, “You! How dare you hit me?!”

Mable sneered. “Why not?!”

When she lost her memory in the past, she was so cowardly that everyone bullied her. Now that she had regained it, she wanted to make them pay the price!

Mable uttered coldly, “Who do you think you are to tell me what to do?!”

“I serve Mrs. Jefferson. She won’t spare you for hitting me!”

After saying that, the maid ran into the house while holding her face.

Martha and Luke were talking inside. When they heard the commotion, they looked at the door at the same time.

“Sir, Madam, Mable is here.”

“Aunt Betty, what happened to your face?” Martha saw the slap mark on her face at a glance.

Aunt Betty walked over to her and complained while crying, “Mable hit me. I only asked her to move faster, and she slapped me! Madam, you have to stand up for me!”

Luke shouted angrily, “How dare she!”

For Mable to do that in his home, she was simply disregarding him!

Mable walked in with high heels and looked indifferently at Martha and Luke on the sofa.

“Why did you want to see me?”

Luke sized her up with narrowed eyes.

He did not have much of an impression of her. Including this time, he had only seen her twice.

He knew Blair liked someone else and only married Mable because they urged him to get married.

Luke had always thought Blair had no feelings for Mable. He had an understanding that they would naturally get divorced once Blair got tired of her after some time, so he never asked about them.

So, when he learned that Blair got injured to save Mable, he became concerned.

Martha pointed at Mable and questioned her coldly, “Mable, how dare you hit someone in my home?!”

Mable glanced at the maid who complained about her. “Oh, well, I did it anyway. What do you want?”

Martha was furious. “Get your ass over here!”

‘I must teach this bitch a lesson today!’

Mable lifted her chin slightly and asked arrogantly, “Are you ordering me?”

“You!”

“That’s enough!” Luke cut off Martha.

He took a sip of his tea and looked meaningfully at Mable. “Should I call you Mable or Agnes?”

They had just learned that Mable was actually Agnes, the eldest daughter of the Jeffersons in Ashdale.

Mable smiled faintly. “Up to you.”

Luke fiddled with the walnut in his palm and said, “We called you here today to tell you that you must divorce Blair, whether you’re Mable or Agnes.”

He had heard about what happened in Ashdale. Mable made a fuss at her cousin’s wedding, and her cousin and second uncle disappeared the next day.

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Luke knew Mable was resourceful and capable. If they let her stay with Blair, it would not do their family any good.

Besides, the Jeffersons were very close to a certain family. It would be bad if Mable deliberately approached the Fowlers for that.

Luke could not let his family take the risk.

Mable sneered. “Oh, you don’t know yet, do you? Blair and I are already divorced.”

“You’re divorced? Really?!” Marthe was excited.

It seemed Blair had taken her words into consideration that day.

‘That’s my good son.’

Mable looked at Martha’s smug face and smirked as she added, “But he’s pursuing me now and wants to remarry me.”