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.

fine," he said softly, his

drinking or eating? Here, I brought

taking out the grilled meat, fried chicken, and other

and

around in front of him. The desolation

down to

lids were lifted,

did Manfred

Since morning, he had been

losing track

come see you. Have you just been reading the whole time?" Vivian' handed him a

replied obediently, "I've been

like you've lost weight? Have you not been eating properly?"

jacket that made it hard to tell if he'd gained or lost weight, his