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.

the Atkinson family, no one dared to strike Cyril. Besides, Manfred hadn't even

though someone had seen him walking around the courtyard

saw nothing; there was no sign

and stranger. Manfred is becoming more and

ghost. There must be!" another

others, equally frightened, began to step

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

been calling out for him for minutes, and he hasn't comeout. Logically speaking, Ke couldn't have survived so long without food and a blanket. If Manfred really froze to death or

he's dead, then so be it. My father never cared about him anyway.

If Randall Atkinson truly cared for Manfred, he wouldn't have neglected him all these years. He never visited, nor did he allow anyone else

Cyril and the maids, Vivian could no longer

struck Cyril again,

had gone

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