Richest Mogul

Chapter 1911

It was a rare sight for Glen to witness Manfred standing up for a woman.

Although Glen couldn't see whether the woman was tall or short, slender or full- figured, the sheer determination in Manfred's tone was striking enough to take him

aback.

Alger nodded knowingly, his air of mystery thick. "As I suspected. Now I understand why no one else can see you. You likely don't belong to this world."

Vivian couldn't help but admit Alger had an uncanny knack for hitting the mark every time.

Vivian responded calmly, "You're right. I'm not from here. Meeting Manfred was purely by chance. But I assure you, I mean no harm to him. We're friends, and I would never hurt him."

Her words, now audible to Glen, did little to ease his doubt.

"Really?" Glen's years on the battlefield had taught him to trust cautiously, and suspicion lingered in his eyes.

rolled his eyes. What did it matter if she was

he'd gladly let her. If she asked for his heart, he'd carve it out without

all too well-a destiny marked by solitude. Yet, he also knew Manfred's heart was unyielding. If someone managed to stir

the one

that? Was he really so untrustworthy? He should be

the four of them gathered in a room. Glen exchanged uneasy glances with Alger, still unsure

creeping suspicion that they'd all been drugged that

could sense Glen's apprehension. For now, no amount of explanation would ease his

they sipped lemon tea, Glen's skepticism deepened. His eyes widened as he witnessed a glass floated into the air, tilted, then

that even in his youth, when imagination knew no bounds, Glen couldn't have envisioned

medical skills-did you learn them from those books she gave you?" Glen asked as he listened to Manfred recount some past events, finding himself

hand pausing slightly as he held

became the head of the Atkinson family and managed to on secure my place in court largely due to the knowledge from those books she

flush of embarrassment as