Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Mable hesitated for some time before finally picking up the phone.

"Hello?"

Next, a low voice came from the phone. "Wifey, how have you been?"

Mable felt troubled as soon as she heard how he addressed her. "Rory, I'm not your wifey!"

"Why not? We exchanged vows."

Mable gritted her teeth in anger. "Please speak properly!"

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Rory scoffed. "Tsk, I knew you would deny it! You're heartless!"

Mable could not be bothered to talk nonsense with him. She changed the topic. "Why did you call?"

"Zoe said you asked for the A117 reagent?"

Rory asked lazily.

"Yes."

Mable paused before she explained, "Rory, I need the A117 reagent urgently now, so-"

She was cut off before she could finish. "I don't care if you need it urgently. I'll give you a week to send it back to me!" Mable held her phone tightly. "Rory, I really need it. Just give it to me."

Rory fell silent, his emotions unclear. "Why do you need it?"

Mable answered after a pause, "I was poisoned by Vortex. I need the A117 reagent to formulate an antidote." She must not let him know that Blair was the one who was poisoned. Otherwise, he definitely would not let it be.

"Vortex?"

Rory could not help but raise his voice. "How did you get poisoned by that?"

"It's a little complicated. I'll explain it to you in person once I'm done here."

Since Mable took the A117 reagent, she would have to make a trip back no matter what.

"Ha."

Rory laughed mockingly. "I'm curious as to who's capable enough to poison you."

Mable held her forehead. "Don't laugh at me."

Rory scoffed. "Wifey, after not meeting for two years, have you forgotten about my character?"

Mable froze and instantly felt guilty.

Rory continued coldly, "I hate being lied to the most.

"The Necro Poison is the king of all poisons. You were fucking poisoned by that so even a poison ten times more poisonous than Vortex wouldn't be able to do you half the harm!"

Mable's heart sank. She was about

to speak when Rory yelled grumpily

"You need the A117 reagent to detoxify Vortex? Who the fuck are you kidding?!"

Mable was at a loss.

How could she forget that Rory's mastery of pharmacology was not inferior to hers at all?

"Mable, I'll give you one week. If you don't bring the A117 reagent back to me within a week, you'll be in trouble!"

"Rory! No, listen to- Hey! Hey!"

"Beep... Beep... Beep..."

The call was hung up.

Mable looked at the phone dejectedly. She had a bad feeling about this.

Given Rory's character, he would be enraged if she did not bring the A117 reagent back to him.

If he was enraged...

Mable shivered. It was not a consequence she could bear.

That said, she could not give up using the A117 reagent to cure Blair either.

She looked at the A117 reagent on the table, caught in a dilemma.

Meanwhile.

On Linders Range, the sun was blazing.

A man in a robe stood on the balcony of an ancient castle hands looked at the rising sun in the distance.

on the railing. He with his

"Two years gone, and you learned how to lie. You need to be taught a lesson!"

Rory threw his phone on the coffee table with a dark face.

"Ava."