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.

the room came into view-a space elegantly decorated and clearly a

around, Kemp felt his scalp tingle.

please

next moment, Alger

before her, blinking in surprise. What was going on? She quietly watched

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

Kemp a glance, silencing him

together, Kemp had learned that Alger was a

valued peace and

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

the dim light and from a distance, Vivian couldn't make out what it was or catch its

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

was utterly bewildered, unable to discern

her mind had

to follow Manfred around without being seen. She was considering how she could make herself visible to