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 still felt off. Without

a stethoscope and a first aid kit. The urgency in

were some medical supplies at the Galaxy Villa, but they were mostly kept in the basement

outfit..." Howard noticed

or movies. The

she wore now was more elaborate and

beckoned Howard closer. He realized it was time to be honest with him.

understanding the urgency, and immediately

unresponsive, her

time, Howard stepped back, his brows furrowed in thought. "Physically, she seems fine-just extremely exhausted. It appears her body is demanding deep rest. Let's talk

moved to the living room, where Harvey, after a pause, recounted everything-leaving

was similar to the first time

Howard

back in

and Mrs. Martin are involved