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, you

body? If so, did that mean

case, then why did this Manfred look

was frowning in front of him, and his

Do you remember where we first met?" Vivian asked, trying to confirm.

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

he die? Or perhaps it

the Manfred before her was clearly a few years

something else.

that she

before. o

Swe

seen

thoughts flashed back to the woman in the cage-her

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

spine-a sense of danger-and something

an evil presence around him. Something that

making him

.

and

pressed a hand against his temple. The pain in his head slowly

up again, Vivian was staring at

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

His voice softened-almost pleading.

"Okay." But she