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.

neither of them

an inn. Even

the others stood

them so silent, Kemp had countless questions running through his mind, but none of them made it past his

the past two days, both Manfred and Vivian seemed out of sorts. It was as if

obvious that Manfred still cared deeply

under Kemp's watch almost

argument

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

they were caught in an unspoken

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

more than three years ago, when Vivian left and they returned to Vlario, Alger had met with Manfred. With a serious tone,

inévitable.

Manfred not to harbor any lingering

way

the time, Kemp hadn't

he did remember was how