Richest Mogul

Chapter 1967

Mabel's face turned crimson with embarrassment as she angrily yelled at the women, "You... what do you know?"

"We don't know as much as you, but at least we don't daydream and spot nonsense!"

"Exactly! We're just honest, hard-working folks who worry about everyday things like food and bills. We're not like you, with your mind full of dreams and fantasies."

"You all!" Mabel was furious and pulled out the whip at her waist, raising it as if she were about to lash out at the women.

Her intimidating stance was certainly terrifying. The women, who had never seen anything like this before, were immediately frightened.

Vivian furrowed her brow. She had initially felt a twinge of pity for Mabel, who seemed almost obsessed with a man to the point of madness.

But now, seeing this outburst, she couldn't help but feel that a person who acted this way must have something utterly detestable about them.

Vivian glanced at Kemp. "Don't let her hurt anyone."

Kemp immediately moved forward. As a member of the shadow guard, his aura radiated an almost lethal presence.

interacted with soldiers in the past, facing a shadow guard with such a

Mabel muttered with frustration, "Kemp, we've known each other for so long. Are you

on our way to Briarpatch. If it weren't for her,

venomous look, filled

Why deceive yourself?" Vivian said, her voice calm yet carrying an unmistakable

darkened, and she clearly felt the sting of embarrassment. She couldn't bring herself to meet Vivian's gaze, so she

here, right? Take me to him. I need to speak

women. If she did, they

of herself as being

won't want to meet with you. You

felt the heat of

women had already started muttering about her, calling

admit it, she had to acknowledge that Vivian was indeed more beautiful than she

then turned to Vivian. "Since you're so confident that Mr. Atkinson doesn't like me, you should have no problem letting me meet him, right? If you refuse,

you must have your hidden agenda in getting close to Mr.