Richest Mogul

Chapter 1840

"Who could that be? It's still early, and someone's already gone to sleep and started having nightmares?" Vivian asked, puzzled.

"Cyril," Manfred replied in a calm, detached tone.

"Oh, it's him," Vivian said, immediately losing interest.

"Yes."

Then, Vivian said her goodbyes and left. She had already stayed quite a while this time.

The grilled meat was genuinely delicious, and her conversation with Manfred had been enjoyable. He was curious about her world, and she had to explain it in ways he could understand.

Most of the time, Manfred simply listened.

Vivian knew why Manfred didn't talk much about his own experiences. To him, most of his memories were painful especially the last few years, when he had been confined and subjected to all kinds of mistreatment.

relive

for a while. His gaze shifted to the two bags on the ground, filled with

she cared about him

faint smile appeared on his

the two bags and hid them

he returned to

he didn't continue

he needed and put

their wisdom as quickly as possible. For

his studies, Cyril's anguished screams of rage echoed endlessly, nearly shaking the

on edge for days. No one dared to laugh or even make a sound for

top of that, one disaster

unable to function as a man

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