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.

before asking, "Are you still waiting for that

cold. After a long silence, he finally responded, "She

waiting. It hadn't even been a month yet. Perhaps there was something that had prevented

when he saw Manfred's demeanor. He decided against

dozen feet away. He quickly disappeared into the shadows after warning Manfred that someone was

a maid

Manfred, Mr. Randall requests your

moment," Manfred

changed into another outfit, and followed

maid couldn't help but think-Manfred had no sense of

was over. He would never rise again. As long as Zea was

things had changed. Not long ago, Cyril had become the one deemed useless. Now, he couldn't even step

and the only things he did each day were drink and

caught in