Richest Mogul

Chapter 1808

Vivian and Manfred were stunned by Cyril's words.

When Manfred remained silent, Cyril's impatience wore thin. "I'll count to three. If you don't lick my shoes by then, you'll just have to keep freezing. This is your only chance. Don't regret it."

Cyril couldn't stomach how Manfred, despite his dire state, still exuded an air of dignity.

Vivian, however, quickly regained her composure. Cyril's arrogance was insufferable, but what truly tipped her over the edge was his breath-foul enough to be noticeable from two steps away. Without a second thought, she kicked him.

The sound of her kick landing was sharp and satisfying. Cyril stumbled backward, nearly losing his balance before collapsing to the ground.

Manfred's expression shifted.

Cyril, clutching his side, cursed through gritted teeth. "Manfred, are you trying to get yourself killed? How dare you hit me! Ah, it hurts like hell!"

The maids trailing behind Cyril stood frozen in shock, puzzled over what kind of game he was playing.

cold. "I

feet, seething. "Liar! You're supposed to be so noble, so pure. You won't even eat the scraps

gaze shifted to the maids. "Did I

maids were too scared

frustration boiled over. "What's wrong with all of you? Cat got

cutting. "I'm several steps away. Even if my legs were longer, I couldn't

realization dawning on him. Manfred had indeed been too far to have landed the

right. If you

expression darkened. "Maybe it

Everyone in the

Injuries, accidents, unexplainable Pain -it was as if some unseen force shielded

Cyril scanned his surroundings, but nothing

was always like this—something intangible yet undeniably present seemed

Cyril spat, though his voice wavered. "You won't get away with this.

invisible eyes watching him. With a sharp gesture, he signaled for his maids to leave. They hurried after him,