Richest Mogul

Chapter 1992

Soon, they arrived back at the estate.

As they stepped out of the carriage, Manfred suddenly spoke. "Keep the cloak on. Come into my arms."

Before Vivian could react, he had already pulled her in.

The cloak was large, completely enveloping her. Pressed against Manfred's chest, her face was completely hidden.

She then followed him into a grand, opulent estate like this.

Along the way, the sound of people dropping to their knees echoed in her ears.

Everyone bowed with the utmost reverence. "Greetings, Mr. Atkinson."

Her mind was in turmoil. She didn't know how to deal with this situation yet.

First, she needed to confirm his identity. Was he really the Manfred she knew? Then, she would decide her next move.

If he planned to kill her, she wouldn't go down without a fight. But she was also intrigued by the negative energy lingering around him.

Whatever it was-it wasn't ordinary. The moment she stepped into this estate, she could feel that overwhelming evil aura.

It was a presence that could corrode the mind and turn those staying in the house into nothing more than a bloodthirsty husk.

the only way to quiet the rage

her close, she couldn't see the reactions around them. But

household had ever seen Manfred protect a woman. Much less

strangeness of it left everyone in shock. What was going on with their

walk seemed endless. By the time they finally stopped,

wrapped so tightly in Manfred's arms was like being pressed against a

She was burning up.

a room. As soon as they stepped inside, the

Vivian's brows furrowed.

let

thing she did

around the room. It was lavish and extravagant.

his head again. He reached up and pressed against

studied him carefully.

was identical to the one she knew.

was he really

your headache have anything to do with

hand froze. His gaze followed

was a familiar scent-one he had

His eyes narrowed.