Richest Mogul

Chapter 1808

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.

was cold.

be so noble, so pure. You won't even eat the scraps I toss you, yet now you're lying? My

gaze shifted to the maids. "Did

were too

with all

several steps away. Even if my

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

right. If you didn't kick

"Maybe it was a

word sent a shiver through Cyril. Everyone in the Atkinson family knew the rumors

crossed him. Injuries, accidents, unexplainable Pain -it was as if some unseen

surroundings, but nothing

was always like this—something intangible yet

away with this. My shoes

sharp gesture, he signaled for his maids to leave. They hurried after him, casting wary glancès back at

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