Richest Mogul

Chapter 1816

Behind Cyril, the maids held a thin, frayed blanket, and food was brought in a wooden bucket. It was clear he had no intention of offering anything worthwhile.

Vivian immediately stepped outside.

When she saw the spoiled, mixed food in the wooden bucket, her face drained of color. This man was utterly despicable.

Without thinking, she slapped Cyril twice across the face.

Cyril yelped in pain. "Who... Who hit me?"

"No... No one, Mr. Cyril..." one of the maids behind him stammered, visibly terrified.

The maid wondered, "What is going on? Something strange happens every time Mr. Cyril visits Mr. Manfred."

It was even more bizarre now. He was claiming someone had struck him.

one dared to strike Cyril.

to death, though someone had seen him walking around the courtyard just

suddenly became aware of the silence. He looked around but saw nothing; there was no sign

is getting stranger and stranger. Manfred is becoming

There must be!" another maid cried

frightened, began to step

face turned pale. "Stop talking nonsense! There are no such things as ghosts. Ghosts only

into a ghost? We've been calling out for him for minutes, and he hasn't comeout. Logically speaking, Ke couldn't have survived

be it. My father

all these years. He never visited, nor did he allow anyone else to see him, while Cyril's mother, Zea Holland, treated him

the

She struck Cyril again, unable

gone

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