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.

Atkinson family, no one dared to strike Cyril. Besides, Manfred

someone had seen him walking around the courtyard just the

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

and stranger. Manfred is becoming more and more

ghost. There must be!" another maid

equally frightened,

"Stop talking nonsense! There are no such things as ghosts. Ghosts only come out at night-there's

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

his teeth. "If he's dead, then so be it. My father never cared about him anyway. When have you seen

agreement. Cyril was right. If Randall Atkinson truly cared for Manfred, he wouldn't have neglected him all these years. He never

the maids, Vivian could no longer

again, unable to

had gone

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