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."

right. You remember me, but at the same time,

Had his soul traveled into another body? If so, did that mean the original Manfred was dead? How did he die? Or

then why did this Manfred look younger than the one she

him, and his heart sank slightly. Almost without thinking,

remember where we first met?" Vivian asked, trying to confirm. Her mind was filled

as she suspected and Manfred had somehow transmigrated his soul here, then did that mean

perhaps it

was clearly

was something else. There was a coldness

that she had

before. o

Swe

seen

thoughts flashed back to the woman in

Manfred's hands, you won't last

her spine-a sense of danger-and something

presence around

heart, making

.

and

against his temple. The

he looked up again, Vivian was staring at

inside him panicked. It was a strange, unexplainable fear. "Don't be afraid

His voice softened-almost pleading.

But