Chapter 27

A cold look flashed across Mable’s eyes. She uttered through gritted teeth, “*sshole!” ‘I want to blow his head off!’ “Get in the car!” Blair pulled the car door open. Mable shot him a look and reluctantly got into the car. As Blair drove, he occasionally glanced at Mable, who was pretending to be asleep. He sized her up with curiosity. “Mable, just how many more identities do you have?” he suddenly asked. Mable was Agnes, the eldest miss of the Jeffersons. She was also Sonora, the boxing champion who dominated the ring. Just how many other identities did she have? Mable opened her eyes. She had a defensive look in her indifferent eyes as she smiled sweetly and responded, “Take a guess.” Blair said, “I’ll be ready to listen whenever you want to tell me.” Mable pursed her lips and did not say anything. By the time they returned to Blair’s villa, it was almost dawn. The wound on Mable’s shoulder had reopened. She treated it again and took two more anti-inflammator