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.

erratically, mirroring

urge to indulge and the need for restraint, he found himself consumed by a maddening desire to see

"Vivian... Vivian..."

was a knock at the door. The sound was soft yet

forehead as he turned to look toward the

"Is it you?"

women waited but

and began playing it just outside the door, her voice

singing was irresistible, a siren's call

the scene whispered to each other, stamping their

Mrs. Atkinson

so kind to Mr. Manfred? These two women

goddesses-beautiful and

My heart is racing

watching them! Mr. Mel

lucky!"

is so

do you know? He has never been with a woman before. If he gives in tonight, he'll probably crave