Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

29 Massey Road.

It was an abandoned workshop factory without many people around.

Two large men in undershirts lifted the kidnapped woman from the car and threw her on the ground.

"Behave well, or I'll kill you with one shot!"

Tracey had not encountered a scenario like this before. She was too scared to speak.

When she was kidnapped by Henry, she was not afraid because she knew he would not harm her. This time, it was different.

The few people who broke into her house were armed.

It was clear they were not ordinary kidnappers.

"Boss, she's here," a blonde man said.

Only then did Tracey notice another car parked beside them.

The car door opened, and a woman in a red dress stepped down.

Tracey widened her eyes when she saw her.

"Mmm!!!"All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

'Beatrice!

'What does this evil woman want?!'

Beatrice walked up to Tracey and looked hatefully at her with an air of superiority.

"Tracey, don't blame me for being cruel. Instead, blame Mable for being too sharp. You're just collateral!"

Her initial plan was to kidnap Mable, but the people she sent to follow her said Mable was very vigilant. Moreover, since Mable was skilled, it would not be easy to kidnap her. Therefore, Beatrice changed her target to Tracey.

If something happened to Tracey, Mable would definitely not sit back and watch.

"Mmmmm..."

Tracey glared viciously at Beatrice. However, with her mouth stuffed, she could not speak.

Beatrice sneered and removed the cloth from her mouth.

"Beatrice, how dare you kidnap me? My brother won't let you go!"

Beatrice scorned. "Tracey, you really think you're the daughter of a rich family? You're an illegitimate daughter. Who do you think you are to yell at me?!"

Tracey turned pale. How did Beatrice know?

Her birth was a top secret in the Fowlers.

Beatrice bent over and pinched Tracey's chin. She looked ruthless as she said, "Believe me when I say the Fowlers won't look for trouble with me even if I kill you." Tracey was frightened by the killing intent in her eyes. She struggled and moved back. "You... Beatrice, what are you going to do? Killing is illegal!"

Beatrice grabbed Tracey's hair and laughed hideously. "Hahaha! Do you think I'm afraid of the law now that I have nothing?!

"It's all because of Mable, that bitch! I want her dead!"

Blair wanted to mess with the Stantons, so Beatrice's dad kicked her out of the family and left her to fend for herself.

She had nothing left now-no closed ones, money, or status...

Beatrice fell from heaven to hell in one night.

She was not resigned, though!

Luckily, someone was still willing to help her.

Beatrice fiercely grabbed Tracey's hair. "Tracey, am I not good? I like your brother so much, but why doesn't he like me? Why do you want to set him up with that bitch? Why?!"

"You lunatic!"

Tracey shouted, "Mabes is prettier and kinder than you. She's better than you in every way. You don't deserve my brother at all!"

"Shut up!"

Beatrice slapped Tracey hard. "You think she's good, huh? Then tell me, will Blair still like her if she was fucked by someone else?"

Tracey widened her eyes. "Beatrice, you...'

'This crazy bitch!

'Mabes, you mustn't come!'

The men here were armed. No matter how skilled Mable was, she could not fight against bullets.

Beatrice pointed at the four men beside her. "Look, I'm so thoughtful. I prepared these men for her."

The big man who threw Tracey out of the car just now walked up and looked lewdly at her. "Boss, this chick looks fine. Why don't you let us have a good time first?" "No... Don't... Don't..."