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.

but something still felt off.

stethoscope and a first aid kit. The urgency in Harvey's voice had left no

they were mostly kept in

Howard noticed right

costume or something seen in photos or movies.

now was

to be

the urgency, and immediately began examining

unresponsive, her state

brows furrowed in thought. "Physically, she seems fine-just extremely exhausted. It appears her

worry lingered. They moved to the living room, where Harvey,

The shock he felt was similar to the first time

himself, Howard spoke. "So, Vivian is in this

back in

and Mrs. Martin are involved