Richest Mogul

Chapter 1932

Harvey left the bedroom door ajar, the soft, warm glow of the floor lamp casting gentle shadows across the room. He had intended only to glance inside, but the moment his eyes landed on the bed, his expression shifted from casual to

shocked.

Vivian lay there, dressed in an intricately detailed period costume. Her features were serene as if she were in the deepest sleep.

"Vivian!" Harvey exclaimed as he rushed over to her.

His voice, sharp and urgent, should have been enough to rouse even the deepest sleeper. But Vivian remained motionless, her breathing steady, lost in an

unyielding slumber.

Frowning with concern, Harvey grabbed a nearby infrared thermometer and checked her temperature-97.88°F, perfectly normal. Still, something was wrong.

"Vivian?" He called again, but there was no response.

Her complexion was pale, and she seemed to have lost weight. A pang of guilt gripped him; he had been downstairs, oblivious to her return. Even without a fever, his worry deepened.

right now, but something

and a first aid kit. The urgency in

supplies at the Galaxy Villa, but they were

outfit..." Howard noticed right

or movies. The fabric and embroidery were exquisite,

now was

was time to be

the urgency, and immediately began

unresponsive, her

thought. "Physically, she seems fine-just extremely

to the living room, where Harvey, after a pause, recounted

to the first time he

a long sip of water to steady himself, Howard spoke. "So,

back in time?

and Mrs. Martin are involved