Richest Mogul

Chapter 1962

There were only seven or eight days left before they would reach Graystone.

As they got closer, a hint of greed crept into Manfred's heart.

Sometimes, twisted thoughts would surface. If he discarded the copper mirror, even if Vivian found her parents, she wouldn't be able to take them back with her.

She would have to return frequently. And if she did, he would get to see her again. The moment the thought emerged, it threatened to consume all reason. But the moment he looked at Vivian, it vanished just as quickly.

He could be ruthless, deceitful, and shameless with anyone else—but not with her.

Inside the carriage, Vivian could sense Manfred's silence. At first, she chose not to disturb him.

But when she saw he was stuck in that gloomy mood for too long, she finally asked, "Is something on your mind?"

Hearing her words, Manfred turned his gaze toward her. Vivian's clear, sincere eyes reflected nothing but genuine concern. Yet, under such a pure and unguarded gaze, Manfred found himself at a loss for words.

Their eyes met.

And in that moment, Vivian suddenly understood what was weighing on him. She fell silent too.

a while, neither

an inn. Even

the others stood by

questions running through his mind, but

sorts. It was as if they

it was obvious that Manfred still cared deeply

watch almost the entire time, and there

single argument

if they hadn't fought, Kemp couldn't understand why they were so

wondered if they were

make sense, especially since Manfred hadn't seen Vivian in years. He should be cherishing every

to Vlario, Alger had met with Manfred. With a serious tone, he had told him that Vivian

inévitable.

not to harbor any lingering

way

the time,

still didn't fully get it. What he did remember was how Manfred had been