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Revenge 85
Revenge 85
Chapter 85
Isabel withdrew her gaze in disappointment. Actually, she knew that Anderson was angry with her. She had also learned about Mayra’Chapter 85
Isabel withdrew her gaze in disappointment. Actually, she knew that Anderson was angry with her. She had also learned about Mayra’s
incident. A 16–year–old girl experiencing such a thing was truly heartbreaking.
Anderson had raised Mayra, after all. He must have some emotional
attachment to her.
Isabel could understand why he didn’t want to see her.
“Sorry for the trouble. I’ll leave now.”
“Don’t say that, Ms. Fisher.”
Actually, there were rumors circulating within the company that the woman Anderson kept outside had been forced away by the Barlow family. That was why he didn’t want to see Isabel for several days in a row.
The receptionist sighed as she watched the slender figure of Isabel leave. She wondered what that other woman looked like to make Anderson so
enchanted.
There wasn’t another woman in Belchester as beautiful as Isabel, was there?
Isabel got into the car, and the driver asked, “Ms. Isabel, are we going back. now?”
Isabel tightly gripped the lunchbox in her hand and replied, “I want to wait a little longer.”
After about 15 minutes, she saw a Maybach pulling out of the parking lot. It was Anderson’s car.
She opened the car door, wanting to catch up, but the car had already driven far away.
Shane said, “Mr. Barlow, it’s Ms. Fisher. Should we…”
Anderson, with his eyes closed, didn’t even look out the window. His voice. was low and calm as he replied, “Don’t bother. Go to the police station.”
In the interrogation room, a man who was barely conscious lay on the ground. He had been tortured countless times.
Anderson walked into the windowless room without any obstruction. There was only a dim, flickering incandescent light in the room. Just then, a bloody hand grasped his pant leg.
“Sir, I was wrong. My lust clouded my judgment. I saw her alone and thought she was an easy target. I swear… I really didn’t lay a finger on her. She ran away after she knocked me out. I really didn’t touch her!”
Anderson looked at him with an unfazed expression, as if he were looking at a dead man. “Did you hesitate when she told you to stop? She’s only 16!”
“Please, spare me. I won’t dare do it again.”
“It’s not that you don’t dare. You’re just afraid of dying.”
Anderson was usually composed and restrained. He rarely showed his cruel methods, such as now. With shoes stained with blood, he slowly. lifted his foot and stepped on the back of the man’s hand.
By the time the man tried to retract his hand, it was too late.
“No, please… Let go of me! Ah!” An intense scream echoed.
The people nearby couldn’t bear to watch the cruel scene.
The man on the ground was drenched in sweat from the pain, and his face was pale. Feeling the numbness in his hand, he trembled in fear. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.
Below Anderson’s shoe was a bloody and mangled mess–a completely ruined hand. “This is just the beginning. For every day I can’t find her, you’ll suffer a little more pain. You’ll spend the rest of your life in prison!” In his opinion, this was the lightest punishment.
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incident. A 16–year–old girl experiencing such a thing was truly heartbreaking.
Anderson had raised Mayra, after all. He must have some emotional
attachment to her.
Isabel could understand why he didn’t want to see her.
“Sorry for the trouble. I’ll leave now.”
“Don’t say that, Ms. Fisher.”
Actually, there were rumors circulating within the company that the woman Anderson kept outside had been forced away by the Barlow family. That was why he didn’t want to see Isabel for several days in a row.
The receptionist sighed as she watched the slender figure of Isabel leave. She wondered what that other woman looked like to make Anderson so
enchanted.
There wasn’t another woman in Belchester as beautiful as Isabel, was there?
Isabel got into the car, and the driver asked, “Ms. Isabel, are we going back. now?”
Isabel tightly gripped the lunchbox in her hand and replied, “I want to wait a little longer.”
After about 15 minutes, she saw a Maybach pulling out of the parking lot. It was Anderson’s car.
She opened the car door, wanting to catch up, but the car had already driven far away.
Shane said, “Mr. Barlow, it’s Ms. Fisher. Should we…”
Anderson, with his eyes closed, didn’t even look out the window. His voice. was low and calm as he replied, “Don’t bother. Go to the police station.”
In the interrogation room, a man who was barely conscious lay on the ground. He had been tortured countless times.
Anderson walked into the windowless room without any obstruction. There was only a dim, flickering incandescent light in the room. Just then, a bloody hand grasped his pant leg.
“Sir, I was wrong. My lust clouded my judgment. I saw her alone and thought she was an easy target. I swear… I really didn’t lay a finger on her. She ran away after she knocked me out. I really didn’t touch her!”
Anderson looked at him with an unfazed expression, as if he were looking at a dead man. “Did you hesitate when she told you to stop? She’s only 16!”
“Please, spare me. I won’t dare do it again.”
“It’s not that you don’t dare. You’re just afraid of dying.”
Anderson was usually composed and restrained. He rarely showed his cruel methods, such as now. With shoes stained with blood, he slowly. lifted his foot and stepped on the back of the man’s hand.
By the time the man tried to retract his hand, it was too late.
“No, please… Let go of me! Ah!” An intense scream echoed.
The people nearby couldn’t bear to watch the cruel scene.
The man on the ground was drenched in sweat from the pain, and his face was pale. Feeling the numbness in his hand, he trembled in fear.
Below Anderson’s shoe was a bloody and mangled mess–a completely ruined hand. “This is just the beginning. For every day I can’t find her, you’ll suffer a little more pain. You’ll spend the rest of your life in prison!” In his opinion, this was the lightest punishment.