Richest Mogul

Chapter 1831

Manfred abruptly turned to look at Vivian.

Their eyes met.

By now, Vivian had pieced together the situation. The middle-aged couple in front of her must be Manfred's parents.

It seemed that something terrible had befallen Cyril, and they were blaming Manfred, trying to force him into a confession. They even dragged ghosts into their accusations.

As Vivian's indignation on Manfred's behalf grew, he unexpectedly turned to look at her.

Her face brightened instantly, and she walked over, her voice soft. "I brought the cake and the pasta we talked about last time."

Manfred's gaze softened as he looked at the bag she carried.

Yet now, after a brief glance at a particular spot, he turned and smiled at an empty chair. The

ghost? Is it that

entirely convinced. If there truly had been a ghost haunting Manfred all these years, she should have been scared out of her wits long ago,

wondered how he could have survived all her attempts to starve or freeze him to

ghosts? Is that the female ghost the maids spoke of? Who is she, exactly?" Randall demanded, his brow

Cyril, who always tried to please him, Manfred had

turned his gaze toward them. The tenderness and smile he had shown to Vivian vanished entirely, replaced by an icy

no female ghost," Manfred said

while Manfred was the true "ghost", a ghost consumed with thoughts of how to end these people's

say there's

did Cyril get hurt? The mansion has guards, and

maids. How could Cyril have been injured?" Randall O

Randall knew