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

gladly let her. If she asked for his heart,

If

one I trust

What did Manfred mean by that? Was he really so untrustworthy? He should be the one Manfred trusted above all

Glen exchanged uneasy glances with Alger, still unsure

what unsettled Glen more was the creeping suspicion that they'd all been drugged that this entire scenario was

amount of explanation would ease his suspicion. Only time would offer the proof he

eyes widened as he witnessed a glass floated into the air, tilted,

that even in his youth, when imagination knew no bounds,

those books she gave you?" Glen asked as he listened to Manfred recount some past events, finding himself

hand pausing slightly as

and there were many other books as well. I successfully became the head of the Atkinson family and

flush of embarrassment