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.

was cold. "I

You're supposed to be so noble, so pure. You won't even eat the scraps I toss you, yet now you're lying? My maids saw you hit me! Do you

gaze shifted to the

too

wrong with all of you?

"I'm several steps away. Even if my legs were longer, I

realization dawning on him. Manfred had indeed

you didn't kick me, then who

expression darkened. "Maybe it was a

through Cyril. Everyone in the Atkinson family knew the

to follow anyone who crossed him. Injuries, accidents, unexplainable Pain -it was as if some

Cyril scanned his surroundings, but nothing was

yet undeniably

voice wavered. "You won't get away with this. My shoes won't be wiped today, so you'll have to lick

bravado, Cyril couldn't shake the feeling of invisible eyes watching him. With a sharp gesture, he signaled for his maids to