Richest Mogul

Chapter 1811

As Vivian prepared to hail a cab back to Dewhurst, she noticed a faint glow emanating from the bracelet on her wrist. It felt warm against her skin, almost alive.

Startled, she glanced down at it. When she raised her head again, the scene before her had shifted, and there stood Manfred, wearing the down jacket she had gifted him, shoveling snow.

The sight brought an unexpected wave of relief. After a day and night of relentless snowfall, the thick drifts were daunting, yet seeing him out there meant he was alright.

Just as she was about to approach him, the world around her flickered. The snow- covered street dissolved, replaced by the familiar bustle of the modern city. Vivian froze, furrowing her brow in confusion.

"What just happened?" she wondered.

Pushing her suitcases back to the inn, she abandoned her plan to go out for food. Instead, she ordered two dishes from the inn's kitchen. As she ate, her mind replayed the events of the day.

She had visited Manfred without issue before. Why was it not possible now?

Her gaze fell on the bracelet. Skylar had won it at an auction and gifted it to her. From the moment she first saw it, she felt an unexplainable pull, as if it was meant be hers.

given it a more lustrous shine in the past two years, even enhancing

Manfred earlier, the bracelet had glowed and warmed, just as it had the day before when she went to him. At the time, she hadn't

it.

she mused. "Is it somehow linked to my ability to travel through time and space? Maybe it acts as a conduit... and there's a limit to

root, and she spent the night contemplating its implications. "If the bracelet is truly the key, that means I can visit Manfred even when I'm not in Dewhurst. What I need

the next

only travel every other day, and even then, her visits were restricted to two brief windows totaling no more

world

to him, Manfred's initial reaction was disbelief, thinking it was merely

here for long,

she might run out of time, she

unpacked the fruits, vegetables, and canned goods she had

throat dry. Manfred handed

she said, taking

who should be thanking you. You're the one doing the helping." Manfred rarely expressed gratitude, so there was a