Richest Mogul

Chapter 1835

Zea asked, "Then what about Cyril?"

Randall had finally regained his composure and began to think more rationally about the situation. "It probably wasn't the work of some female ghosts or Manfred. He's locked up in the storage shed, hasn't eaten a single piece of bread, and is so weak from hunger that he couldn't have harmed Cyril. This was likely the work of someone. Someone must have hired them to break in."

Zea nodded repeatedly, finding it reasonable.

Randall continued, "We cannot let this matter become public."

"But if we don't investigate further, won't that be unfair to Cyril? He's our only son,"

Zea said, her voice trembling as she thought of her son now rendered useless.

Her anger flared. Her son had been reduced to a helpless state while that wretched woman's son still thrived.

Randall sighed deeply. This was a heavy blow for him as well. "From now on, we'll tell everyone that Cyril is ill and needs to rest and recuperate."

gasped, realizing that Cyril, the

he did go out, people

out, "Then Cyril will just suffer without any justice? I feel like this has something to do with Manfred. Do you

feeling that Manfred, confined to the storage shed, was under constant surveillance. He had been trapped there for days, only getting a sip

have the means to do anything. Even if he resented Cyril,

ghosts, what could they do? All they can do is scare people,"

intently at him. "Randall, if Cyril can no longer have children, will you make Manfred the heir and let him show himself

Cyril

Zea bit her lip.

the door, then turned back to glance at

at the closed door, her expression darkening with each passing moment. She had served Randall with all her heart for

have children, she still had other ways

was hers and Cyril's. Manfred could dream all he wanted-he would never

...

realized something when she got