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.

to strike Cyril. Besides, Manfred hadn't

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

the silence. He looked around but saw nothing; there was

is getting stranger and stranger. Manfred is becoming more and more

There must be!" another maid cried

frightened, began to step

such things as ghosts. Ghosts

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 starved, what should we say to Mr. Randall?" one

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

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

on Cyril and the

again, unable to stop

gone too

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