Richest Mogul

Chapter 1845

Manfred's throat felt like it was on fire. It was as if his entire body had suddenly ignited in flames.

So, he hurriedly gulped down a mouthful of cold tea.

The icy liquid slid down his throat, offering only a fleeting moment of relief before the burning sensation surged back, engulfing him completely. Even the chilly temperature of the room couldn't suppress the ferocity of the sensation.

Uncontrollably, his mind began to conjure images of Vivian. Her every movement, her every smile, expanded and replayed endlessly in his mind.

"The food was tampered with!"

Manfred bit down on his lip, the sharp taste of blood spreading in his mouth. The metallic tang was strong, yet it couldn't suppress the primal desires surging through his body.

However, reason prevailed for the time being.

While his rationality remained intact, he hid all traces of Vivian in the room. He also removed his down jacket and changed into the clothes Randall had sent him.

The scent of the new clothes was unfamiliar and unpleasant—a rotten, decaying odor, like an insidious temptation to descend into depravity.

It filled him with disgust, much like the disdain he felt for being Randall's son.

swayed erratically, mirroring the chaos in his

and the need for restraint, he

"Vivian... Vivian..."

a knock at the door. The sound was soft yet

Manfred's forehead as he turned to look toward the door,

"Is it you?"

women waited

and began playing it just outside the door, her voice joining in a hauntingly seductive

melodious singing was irresistible, a siren's

whispered

Mrs. Atkinson

kind to Mr. Manfred? These two women are

goddesses-beautiful and

My heart is

watching them! Mr. Mel

lucky!"

is so

been with a woman before. If he gives in tonight, he'll probably crave women every day from now on! And