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.

into view-a space elegantly decorated and clearly a woman's

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

Marshman, please come

moment,

the scene before her, blinking in surprise. What

room. Whenever Mr. Atkinson enters here,

shot Kemp a glance, silencing

an hour together, Kemp had

peace and quiet, disliking unnecessary

every corner of the room, then took a small bottle from a pouch at his waist Turning it upside down, he let a

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

and began murmuring incantations under his breath. The

utterly bewildered, unable

ago, her mind had been preoccupied with copper

without being seen. She was considering how she could make