Richest Mogul

Manfred noticed a sound behind him.

His back stiffened sharply. And he immediately turned around to look.

When he saw Vivian, he thought he was imagining things. He had believed she wouldn't come again. He even thought the figure before him was just a figment of his imagination for a moment.

"What's wrong? Tired from reading? Have you had dinner? If not, let's eat together. I brought grilled meat, fried chicken, and some fruit-there's a very special kind of fruit too."

Vivian was eager to share her favorite foods with Manfred.

Manfred blinked, still feeling like this might just be a dream.

Seeing that he was still staring at her, dazed and uncomfortable, Vivian quickly waved her hand in front of him. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Manfred snapped back to reality and looked seriously at Vivian. Finally, he was certain this wasn't his imagination.

The person in front of him was the real Vivian.

said softly, his voice a

or eating? Here, I brought lemon water. Have a

she had brought, taking out the grilled meat,

alcohol and

of him. The desolation in his eyes began

down to

the lids were lifted, the aroma of

did

day. Since morning, he had

track of

been really busy these past few days, so haven't had a chance to come see you. Have you just been reading the whole time?" Vivian' handed him a plate

replied obediently, "I've been resting

weight? Have you not been eating

it hard to tell if