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 voice

eating? Here, I brought

brought, taking out the grilled meat, fried chicken, and other foods, as well as

much tolerance for alcohol and Manfred

him. The desolation in his eyes began to fade,

down to help

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

did Manfred

Since morning,

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

replied obediently, "I've been

why do I feel like you've lost weight? Have you not been eating properly?" Vivian

made it hard to tell if