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.

came into view-a

around, Kemp felt his scalp tingle. The female ghost must be

Marshman, please come

next moment, Alger

in surprise. What was going on? She

Mr. Atkinson enters here, he talks to himself," Kemp

a glance,

together, Kemp had learned that Alger was a man

peace

then took a small bottle from a pouch at his waist Turning it upside down, he let a few

light and from a distance, Vivian couldn't make out what it

and began murmuring incantations under

unable to

had been preoccupied with copper

wondering how inconvenient it was to follow Manfred around without being seen. She was considering how