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 space elegantly decorated and

felt his scalp tingle. The female ghost must

please

moment, Alger stepped

her, blinking in surprise. What was going

should be in this room. Whenever Mr. Atkinson enters here, he talks to himself," Kemp

Kemp a

together, Kemp had learned that

valued peace and quiet, disliking unnecessary

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

distance, Vivian couldn't make out what it

Alger closed his eyes and began murmuring incantations under his breath. The process seemed eerie and

unable

had

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