Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

The Fowler Residence.

At this moment, Luke's trusted confidant, Thomas, was being held at gunpoint by Solomon.

The villa's bodyguards gathered around when they saw this, but no one dared to make a move.

After receiving Blair's call, Solomon aimed at Thomas' right wrist without hesitation.

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

The silenced pistol shot three bullets in succession, hitting the same place.

Thomas screamed miserably and fell to his knees, covering his bleeding wrist.

Inside the house.

Blair looked coldly at Luke. "I'm crippling one of Thomas' hands today as a warning. I won't let anyone who tries to harm Mable go, no matter who it is!"

"Blair!"

Luke became agitated.

His good son had his trusted confidant shot for a woman.

Would that not mean he would also be at odds with him in the future?

He would not allow it!

"Very well! You dare to threaten me now!"

Amongst Luke's three sons, Blair was the eldest and the most capable.

Within five years of taking over the company, Blair had expanded their family business by at least three times.

In a way, he alone affected the rise and fall of the family.

With him around, the Fowlers would stand tall, likely expanding to Erebar and Chibia's market in the next ten or twenty years.

If such an excellent business genius were left unchecked, it would not be good for the Fowlers.

Luke stood up and looked coldly at Blair. "Blair, are you really going to become enemies with your dad for the sake of a woman?Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

"Think clearly."

Blair looked indifferently at him without any warmth in his eyes. "Dad, you're exaggerating it. I just want to remind you not to do anything to my woman!

"If it happens again, don't blame me for being impolite!"

After saying that, Blair walked out without looking back.

Luke's chest heaved violently as he stared at Blair leaving. He kicked over the coffee table in front of him.

'That rebel!

'I should've strangled him to death in the first place!'

After leaving the Fowler Residence, Blair returned to the Royal View Villa.

On the way, Solomon said, "Master Blair, you wouldn't have been so irrational in the past."

Although he had a great time drawing his gun at the Fowler Residence just now, he realized Blair had acted irrationally today once he had calmed down and thought about it. "Luke is always so suspicious. He'll definitely be on guard against you after today and will make things difficult for you at work."

Blair scorned disdainfully. "Do you think I'm afraid?"

Solomon chuckled. "That's true. It seems like I'm overthinking."

Blair said, "Pull over in front."

He got out of the car and walked straight into a cake store. After a few minutes, he came out with a strawberry crepe cake.

Tracey said Mable liked the crepe cake here.

Solomon tsked. "I don't remember you liking sweet treats like this."

Blair rolled his eyes at him. "What would a single man like you know?!"

His words left Solomon dumbfounded.

During Mable's two-day rest at home, she was well taken care of by Blair.

This morning, Ethan suddenly called her to inform her that the patient she operated on the other day suddenly had a fever and was not in a good situation.