The morning sun was blazing. In the open space outside the villa, two rows of dazzling supercars were lined up. They were in all kinds of colors. There were the McLaren P1 LM, LykanHypersport, Lamborghini Veneno Roadster, Koenigsegg One: 1, and so on. Mable was stunned when she saw the supercars. She pointed at them and asked, “...Who’s the extravagant show-off?!” Tracey smiled excitedly. “Who else? My brother, of course!” Mable was speechless.All of the cars were global limited editions. Each cost at least a million dollars, and they were not something one could just buy with money. For instance, even Rahman, who loved cars as much as he did his life, had been thinking of getting the LykanHypersport for a year. However, he could not get his hands on it. “Why did he buy so many cars?” Mable asked. Blair was rich, but buying so many supercars in one go must have cost a fortune. Tracey looked enviously at Mable. “For you, of course.” Mable was confused by her word

As soon as Mable heard Blair’s words, she knew he had followed her. Otherwise, how would he know she was currently eating with Howard? Mable gripped her phone tightly and turned red with anger. ‘That scumbag actually followed me!’ “What’s the matter?” Howard asked her. Mable hung up the phone. “Nothing.” Why did she have to go out just because Blair asked her to? She refused to do it! Mable ordered a few more dishes and decided to have a good meal. Soon, their food was served. Howard suddenly asked, “Ms. Jefferson, are you still living with Master Blair?” “Can you not mention him?” Even the mention of Blair’s name made her furious. Howard nodded with a faint smile and poured some water for her. Mable ate leisurely and asked, “Howard, I injured your brother’s hand. Aren’t you going to avenge him?” She was rather surprised when Howard lent her his car at the race track yesterday. She had broken one of Henry’s fingers. Instead of taking revenge on her, Howard

Mable called Amos and asked about the cause of the incident. It turned out that Blair did not follow her. He went to the hospital to deliver her lunch, only to see her and Howard in the parking lot. So, he followed them to the restaurant. Mable went downstairs to the kitchen and saw the two lunch boxes Amos had brought back. She opened them and saw that one of them had rice with a heart-shaped fried egg on top. The other lunch box had a top and bottom compartment. It contained a total of three dishes comprising meat and vegetables. The food looked average, but the plating was nice. “Mabes, you have no idea. Blair failed five times in frying an egg. When cooking a simple vegetable dish, he overcooked it once and added too much salt the other time. “The only thing he didn’t fail too many times making was the prawns. Look, he even peeled them for you…” Aunt Grace said from the side, “Sir also burned his hand while cooking. However, he didn’t care about putting medicine on it

Blair hung up the phone and immediately called Amos. “Prepare the helicopter…” Mable sat on the sofa and stared at him while he was on the phone. She was upset. If she guessed right, the phone call was about Liv. There was news of her. Without further ado, Blair went back to his room to change after calling out his orders to Amos. As if he suddenly remembered that Mable was still in the study, he came back and said to her, “I have to go out for a while. Be good at home and call me if anything happens.” Mable nodded stiffly. “Your hand—” She wanted to remind him not to get water on his wound, but before she could say it, his phone rang again. He answered the call and went downstairs. As Mable watched him disappear, a sense of sadness welled up inside her. Soon, the sound of helicopter propellers came from the back garden. Mablr ran downstairs, only to find Blair boarding the helicopter. This scene was the same as the night she regained her memory two months ago.

Meanwhile, in the Bellson Strait, a luxurious cruise ship was traveling through stormy seas. The weather forecast said there would be strong winds and waves at sea tonight. A man in a white bathrobe leaned against the deck railing and looked at the person not far away hung upside down. His light blue eyes were cold. “I asked Hugh to abduct him.” Killing intent grew in his eyes as he spoke. “Why?” Mable asked on the other end of the phone. “You—” “No reason. I just can’t stand him and want him killed!” “Frank…” “Dead—I did it.” The man was proud. If he had not gotten someone to look into it, he would not have known that Mable was assassinated two years ago and lost her memory. He had worked hard to train his wifey, and only he could bully her. Who was Frank to hurt her? Frank was courting death! The man gripped his phone tightly and glanced coldly outside. “Wifey, I’ll make anyone who tries to harm you regret being born into this world!” “Stay out of my busines