Chapter 679

Shane instinctively grabbed the extinguisher and charged into the house while Anderson carried Mayra out. "Take care of this," he said. "Yes, Mr. Barlow," Shane said. Mayra was clearly scared out of her mind and couldn't stop crying as she leaned into Anderson's embrace. He carried her into the passenger seat as she sobbed and fastened her seatbelt. The car drove out of the worn-down building, and Mayra kept crying the entire way. They soon reached a five-star hotel. The doorman immediately reported to the reception through his Bluetooth earphones as soon as he spotted the car plate number. Shortly after, the hotel manager hurried over. Anderson was still trying to calm Mayra down. The car stopped, and the window was rolled down. Anderson was in no rush, so he lit a cigarette after making sure there was airflow inside the car. Mayra was in tears like she had gone through torture. Her uniform was burnt, and so were the tips of her hair. She was trembling violently. Both