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, you

If so, did that mean the original Manfred was dead? How did he die? Or

then why did this Manfred look younger

of him, and his heart sank slightly. Almost

first met?" Vivian asked, trying to confirm. Her mind

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

he die? Or perhaps it wasn't transmigration

before her was clearly a

then, there was something else.

that she

before. o

Swe

seen

to the woman in the

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

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

was an evil presence

heart, making him

.

and

his temple. The pain in his head slowly

up again, Vivian was

a strange, unexplainable fear. "Don't

His voice softened-almost pleading.

But