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.

want to relive his suffering by sharing

in a daze for a while. His gaze shifted to the two bags on the ground, filled with items that reflected

cared about

appeared on

the two bags and hid them in the hidden

to his desk.

didn't continue

texts-he had already learned what he needed

into the strategy books and absorb their wisdom as quickly as possible. For now, no one was likely

Manfred immersed himself in his studies, Cyril's anguished screams of rage echoed endlessly, nearly

dared to

of that, one disaster after

cripple, unable to function as a

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