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.

maids

be true. Cyril was her only support; if something happened to him, everything she had would

words. He had been enjoying a rare, peaceful night's sleep when the commotion woke him. He had no patience for

being foolish. How could you be

but a deep unease gnawed at her. The maids had all been whispering about a

ghost

way to Vlario. Once he arrived, no matter what spirit it was, it would be dealt with and

existence.

room, Zea's

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

pungent smell of urine, followed

were frozen, too terrified to move, standing