Revenge After rebirth (Mayra and Anderson)

Revenge 199



Revenge 199

Serena looked very sexy, with smoky makeup. She didn’t look e a 16–year–old girl at all. She carried a designer handbag that cost around 40 grand.

“No need to give me that look. You’ll end up like me soon enough.”

Serena glanced at Mayra’s backpack and smirked. “I’m just green with envy that you’ve got a rich sugar daddy like your big brother. But hey, doesn’t Mr. Barlow spoil you enough? This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“I bet he wouldn’t hesitate to give you a couple of thousand bucks as a monthly allowance if you asked, right? Why do you have to fall for that poor guy? Just an old bicycle makes you this happy?”

Seeing the Barlow family’s car approaching in the distance, Mayra hoisted her backpack and ignored Serena.

“What does it matter to you how things are between us? It’s none of your business. You want to threaten me with a single photo? Go ahead and try it. Let’s see if Andy is on your side or mine.”

The car stopped in front of Mayra, who shot Serena a cold look. “One last thing. Relying on men never ends well. How many more years do you think you can

live with that face?

“Don’t think you know it all just because you’ve been through some stuff. To others, you’re just a pet, wagging your tail to please men.”

No matter how Mayra scolded her, Serena chuckled, unbothered. “Sure! I’m just a little puppy who knows how to please her master. What can you do to me?”

“Nothing, and it’s none of my concern. I just think you’re pretty pathetic. Keep your distance from me from now on.” Mayra left with a final word. She opened the car door and settled into the back seat.

Serena, who had a change of expression, didn’t matter to Mayra anymore.

Mayra had seen so many examples in her past life. All those women lost themselves and struggled to break free from their chains. Mistresses who meddled in others‘ relationships would never end up well.

She was a living example of that.

She had willingly been Anderson’s mistress for over a decade. In the end, he

gave her nothing but money.

When he found out that she hurt Isabel, he handed her over to another man

with just a word from him. Men like Anderson, who put their i rests above all,

had seen all kinds of beautiful women.

People wouldn’t even be willing to give up a pet they had raised for over a

decade, but to him, a decade of affection meant nothing.

Mayra might mean less than a pet to Anderson. She was just like a toy doll, which he could give away whenever he pleased.

Only Gordon would never abandon her. Mayra just wanted someone who would never abandon her. She didn’t want to live alone. Being alone was too

lonely.

Sitting in the back seat, Mayra wound up the window. She didn’t bother to see.

Serena’s expression.

What kind of experience could turn a teenager like Serena into what she was now, constantly talking about men and money? Mayra couldn’t be bothered to

find out.

Back home, Mayra entered the house and found all her favorite foods on the

table.

Helen spoke up, “Mr. Anderson hasn’t called for a long time. Do you want to give him a call?”

Mayra sipped her soup quietly. After the recent unpleasant encounter at the hospital, it seemed like Anderson was deliberately ignoring her. He left her at the Barlow mansion without a word for a week, as if he was neglecting her.

“No one call him. He’ll come back when he wants to. If he’s with Isa and

something comes up, people will criticize me if I suddenly interrupt their time together.”

Helen nodded. “That’s true. According to the schedule, Mr. Anderson’s

engagement ceremony with Ms. Fisher should be next week. Mr. Anderson should be busy.”

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Mayra finished the last piece of sausage on her plate and felt quite full. “Helen, you should make less food next time. It’ll be a waste if you make too much.” “Alright.”


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