Chapter 282

Gordon had replied, "Okay." Then, Mayra said, "If… we lose contact for a long, long time, you can stop liking me, but you mustn't forget me." … "Gordon!" Mayra's scream echoed in the night. She was filled with panic, and it was gradually growing. Why did she dream of that? She saw Gordon covered in blood in her dreams. He was murdered and dumped in a sewer, with no one to claim his body. She kept crying, trying to stop the murderer, but no matter how she shouted, Gordon still died. He had a tragic death. Even in his last moments, he was still calling her name, his eyes filled with regret. Later, the darkness gradually receded, and she saw the face hidden in the shadows—it was Anderson. He was sitting on a throne with his legs crossed, looking down at her with a cold gaze. That was when Mayra woke up drenched in sweat. Looking at the clock on the bedside table, it was already midnight. She had fallen asleep while reading. Mayra resisted the urge to contact Gordon. He would be