Richest Mogul

Chapter 1991

Manfred's cold eyes narrowed slightly as his gaze swept toward the hand clutching his arm.

That hand-slender, fair and beautiful, was the most beautiful hand he had ever

seen.

Then, a sudden thought crossed his mind. Such a beautiful hand... It should be cut off.

But just as quickly as it came, it was crushed.

Another voice echoed in his head, stronger, darker-"I dare anyone to lay a single finger on her!"

The killing intent in that voice was overwhelming.

One command and the first thought was utterly erased.

Manfred frowned. "What do you mean by that? I've always been here."

As the words left his lips, his headache grew even worse.

Vivian froze. "Are... Are you really Manfred?"

A bizarre, absurd feeling rose inside her. The man before her was Manfred. And at the same time-not Manfred.

He was familiar. Yet, in some moments, he felt like a complete stranger.

Manfred's gaze darkened. The words left his mouth before he could even think. "I am."

remember me, but at the same time,

traveled into another body? If so, did that mean the original Manfred was dead?

if that were the case, then why did this Manfred look younger than

who was frowning in front of him, and his heart

Vivian asked, trying

Manfred had somehow transmigrated his soul here, then did that mean

did he die? Or perhaps it wasn't transmigration

before her was clearly

else. There was

that she had

before. o

Swe

seen

thoughts flashed back to the woman in

Manfred's hands, you won't last a day. He won't even leave your body

sense of danger-and

presence around him. Something that

heart, making

.

and

against his temple. The pain in his head slowly

Vivian was staring at him with

was a strange, unexplainable fear.

His voice softened-almost pleading.

"Okay." But she didn't mean