Richest Mogul

Chapter 1825

The moment Vivian vanished, Manfred's smile disappeared, swiftly giving way to a dark, foreboding presence.

He had completely abandoned any hope for his so-called father. Perhaps this was for the best-there would be no need to hold back when the time came.

That night, the Atkinson residence fell into an eerie stillness. Almost everyone had drifted into sleep.

Then, a blood-curdling scream shattered the silence, echoing from Cyril's room. It was so intense that it roused everyone in the house. The horrifying scream reverberated through the halls, waking even the deepest sleepers.

Instantly, everyone rushed toward Cyril's room, including Randall and Zea.

This was no ordinary noise. The scream was full of agony, not the kind one would expect from a man in his room with a woman-it was far worse. And with each passing moment, the screams grew louder, more desperate.

The terrifying sound paralyzed everyone with fear.

a ghost haunting him? The maids have been whispering about a female ghost haunting our mansion," Zea said, her face pale

the rumors about a ghost haunting the mansion might be true. Cyril was her only support; if something happened to him,

night's sleep when the commotion woke

being foolish. How could

The maids had all been whispering about a female ghost, and

the thought that perhaps the ghost had returned and was now helping

way to Vlario. Once he arrived, no matter

existence.

she moved toward Cyril's room, Zea's mind raced

She thought, "Please, Cyril, don't let this scare you into

was a pungent smell of urine, followed by a thick, suffocating stench of blood. The two odors mingled, sending waves

frozen, too terrified to move, standing