Chapter 7
“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 face.
“Here’s 150,000 dollars. Take the money and get as far away as you can!”
Mable squinted her eyes at the arrogant woman. She lazily picked up the check.
“150,000 dollars to leave him for an hour?”
“An hour? I want you to leave him forever!”
‘Is she crazy? Does she think that 150,000 dollars is still too little?’
Mable clicked her tongue and said, “Ms. Stanton, I can’t believe you dared to give merely 150,000 dollars!”
After saying that, she exerted force through her wrist, and the check spun out.
The edge of the paper cut Beatrice’s face as though it was a sharp blade.
“Ah!”
Beatrice covered her stinging face. When she looked at her palm, it was full of blood.
“My face! Mable! How dare you cut my face? I’m going to kill you!”
“Just you?”
Mable looked at her askance, releasing the powerful aura of a queen.
Not to mention Beatrice, two years ago, those well-trained mad dogs in the tropical jungle could not kill Mable!
Beatrice overestimated herself!
“Go to hell, b*tch!”
Beatrice was so exasperated that she raised her hand to slap Mable with all her might.
Even so, before her hand could touch Mable, it was firmly caught.
Following that…
“Crack!” A crisp sound was heard.
Beatrice screamed at the top of her lungs and fell to her knees with a thud. Her right arm was twisted.
“Ah… It hurts! My hand! My hand!”
Mable looked arrogantly at Beatrice, who had fallen to her knees. She raised her eyebrow and smirked.
“If you don’t learn from your lesson, next time, your hand won’t be the only thing that’s broken.”
“Mable, what are you doing?!”
Blair’s angry voice suddenly came from behind.
Beatrice cried out as soon as she saw Blair. “Blair, help me… Help me… Mable wants to kill me…”
Mable turned to look at Blair and clapped her hands. “Can’t you tell? I’m beating her up!”
Blair could not be bothered to talk to Mable. He immediately ordered someone to send Beatrice to the hospital.
“Go to the hospital and apologize to Beatrice!” Blair ordered Mable.
The Stantons and the Fowlers had a good relationship and collaborated in business. Moreover, Beatrice was the Statons’ only daughter, who they pampered since she was young. Now that Mable hurt her, the Stantons would not let it be.
Mable stared at Blair as if she was looking at a retard. “She’s not worthy!”
After saying that, she turned around and prepared to leave.
“Stand right there!”
Blair grabbed Mable’s arm.
A fierce look flashed across Mable’s eyes. She casually picked up the coffee from the reception and splashed it on Blair’s face.
“Don’t touch me!”
‘Does he take me as the Mable who grinned and bore everything when I lost my memory?!’
“Hiss!”
Solomon gasped on the side.
‘You’re really something, Mable!
‘How dare you splash coffee on Master Blair? You must be extremely bold!’
Amos almost fell head-first to the ground. He hurriedly ran over with a tissue.
“Master Blair, a-are you okay?”
Blair wiped the coffee stains on his face, and a cold aura was released from his body.
“Mable!!!”
‘This damned woman!’