Chapter 1001

Gordon, Gordon. All Mayra could think of was Gordon. Anderson became enraged. He swept Mayra into his arms and began walking toward a room. Mayra felt a surge of panic as if she already knew what he intended to do. Anderson kicked open the door to the room where Mayra had been staying. The furniture was arranged neatly, but the place itself was far from ideal. The walls were yellowed, covered in newspapers from an unknown year, and there was a layer of dust in the corners of the floor. Anderson couldn't contain himself any longer and finally revealed his primal nature. Mayra was tossed onto the bed, and Anderson bent down to press himself against her after taking his suit jacket off. He then stole her lips forcefully, but Mayra dared not to make a sound. The walls weren't soundproof and the neighbors would hear her even if she made the slightest sound. Thankfully, the house was located in a remote area, so few people would come over. He breathed heavily and spoke coldly, "