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.

inwardly rolled his eyes. What did it matter

Vivian deceived Manfred, his demeanor suggested he'd gladly let her. If she

by solitude. Yet, he also knew Manfred's heart was unyielding. If someone managed to stir it, Manfred

is the one I trust most in

he really so untrustworthy? He should be the one Manfred trusted above all

Glen exchanged uneasy glances with Alger,

that they'd all been drugged that this entire

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

as he witnessed a glass floated into the air, tilted, then settled back down, its

was so surreal that even in his youth, when imagination knew no bounds, Glen couldn't

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

his hand pausing slightly as he

head of the Atkinson family and managed to on secure my place in court largely due

flush of embarrassment