Richest Mogul

Chapter 1965

The day before Manfred and Vivian reached Graystone, they found themselves stranded on the main road.

Due to several days of continuous rain, a significant amount of rocks and debris had fallen down from the mountain, blocking the road. At the moment, this was the only road passable.

The local authorities had already started clearing the way, but it would take time. Manfred left a few of his men behind to assist with the cleanup while the rest of the group made their way to a nearby village to rest.

Manfred had already sent word ahead to the villagers, arranging for any vacant houses to accommodate them temporarily.

Vivian, curious about the village built against the mountainside, decided to explore.

After settling in, she wandered around the village while Manfred stayed behind to handle urgent matters after receiving a letter.

Kemp accompanied Vivian on her walk.

Kemp pointed toward a river not far away and said to Vivian, "Ms. Martin, there's a river over there. It looks like a lot of villagers are washing clothes by the shore."

Vivian followed his gaze and indeed spotted a winding river ahead. "Let's go take a look."

"Yes, Ms. Martin."

beside her, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings. The chances of encountering bandits were

the

blacksmith from Graystone. They said he's skilled, runs a good

match like that is hard to come by. But Sean's eldest daughter

Mabel, isn't your brother a deputy general in the Holland troop? I even heard rumors you were supposed to marry Mr. Atkinson in Vlario. What

in their village. The Lynches were one of the

the fact

own held an

the moment Mabel arrived, she carried herself with an air of superiority, making

talking about a good marriage, she would scoff in disdain, insisting that she was destined to marry

river, her frustration simmered. No matter how many letters

in this wretched

was considered a great match-how utterly ridiculous. Just the thought of it made her feel embarrassed

local men dared to think they had a chance

of their worth, blindly assuming they could ever be worthy of

the woman's words, Mabel let out a cold scoff. "That's right. I'm going to marry Mr. Atkinson. You've never seen him, so you wouldn't know how

is.