Richest Mogul

Chapter 1895

Moments later, Alger arrived at Manfred's room. He glanced around, pinched his fingers together in a contemplative gesture, and raised his eyebrows.

"The side room-Mr. Atkinson has been visiting it frequently these past two days. Could the female ghost be there?" Kemp suggested.

Alger maintained an enigmatic expression. "Let's take a look."

Vivian had originally been preparing to sleep, but for some reason, she couldn't settle down. Her mind was filled with images of copper mirrors of all shapes and designs.

Unable to fall asleep, she stared at the ceiling.

At that moment, the door to her room suddenly opened.

She immediately sat up. Could it be Manfred?

"Mr. Marshman, wait a moment. Let me light the lamp," Kemp said as he strode into the room. With practiced ease, he lit the candles, instantly illuminating the space.

inside the room came into view-a

tingle. The female ghost must be

please come

next moment, Alger stepped

her, blinking in surprise. What was going on?

be in this room. Whenever Mr. Atkinson enters

a glance,

over an hour together, Kemp had learned that

valued peace and

from a pouch at his waist Turning it upside down, he let a few drops of liquid fall onto the

couldn't make out what it was or catch

completing this ritual, Alger closed his eyes and began murmuring incantations under his breath. The process seemed eerie and

unable to discern

her mind had

been wondering how inconvenient it was to follow Manfred around without