Richest Mogul

Chapter 1863

Manfred's down jacket shielded him from the wind and snow.

From a distance, Kemp watched with furrowed brows, his concern growing. Manfred had been acting strangely lately. He could have moved out of this shabby courtyard long ago but had chosen not to.

Moreover, the clothes Manfred wore were unfamiliar to Kemp. They weren't the usual silk or cotton garments but were incredibly warm. There were also books and other rare items, things Kemp had never seen before.

A few days ago, his curiosity got the best of him, and he finally asked Manfred. It turned out that these things had been gifted to him by someone who had helped him in secret before Kemp's arrival.

Without that help, Manfred might not have made it to the present. Kemp speculated that Manfred had stayed in this place because of that person.

However, the mysterious figure had not appeared for nearly a month, and they seemed unlikely to reappear. Continuing to wait wasn't a sustainable option.

"Mr. Manfred, I just received a message from Mr. Holland Senior. He and the others will arrive in Vlario in a week," Kemp said after some thought, approaching Manfred.

Manfred nodded silently.

asking, "Are

silence, he finally

even been a month yet. Perhaps there was something that had prevented

more but paused when he saw Manfred's demeanor. He decided against

footsteps from several dozen feet away. He quickly disappeared into the shadows after

a maid

Randall requests

a moment,"

and entered the house, changed into another outfit, and followed the maid to meet

maid couldn't help but think-Manfred had no sense of fatherly affection for Randall, and

in the mansion believed that Manfred's life was over. He would never rise again. As long as Zea was around, Manfred was nothing more than

ago, Cyril had become the one deemed useless. Now, he couldn't

no longer left his room, and the only things

caught in petty rivalries with the