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."

not right. You remember me, but

so, did that mean the original Manfred was dead?

were the case, then why did this Manfred look younger

and his heart sank slightly. Almost without thinking, he blurted

we first met?" Vivian asked,

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

Or perhaps it wasn't transmigration but physical

her was

else.

that

before. o

Swe

seen

flashed back to the woman

last

ran down her spine-a sense of danger-and something

an evil presence around him.

heart, making

.

and

temple. The pain in his head

looked up again, Vivian was staring at

panicked. It was a strange, unexplainable

His voice softened-almost pleading.

barely responded. "Okay." But