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.

softly,

"Have you been reading without drinking or eating? Here, I brought lemon water. Have a few sips

out the grilled meat, fried chicken, and other

tolerance for alcohol and Manfred was

Vivian bustled around in front of him. The desolation

crouched down to

the table was filled with delicious food. When the lids were lifted,

did Manfred realize

eaten all day. Since morning, he had been engrossed

losing track

so haven't had a chance to come see you. Have you just been reading the whole time?" Vivian'

"I've been

weight? Have you

that made it hard to tell if he'd