Richest Mogul

Vivian's eyes brightened when she saw Manfred. "You're finally back!" But her relief turned to dread the moment she took in Manfred's appearance.

His steps faltered as he approached, and when light hit his face, she saw how pale he was. Blood streaked across his torn clothes, soaking the fabric.

A deep wound carved into his chest, fresh blood still oozing from it.

"You're hurt!" she gasped.

Manfred lifted his gaze, his eyes locking onto hers. "Don't worry. I'm fine. See that cabinet over there? There are medical supplies inside. Just help me dress the wound. Don't worry."

His body gave out as soon as he finished speaking.

Vivian rushed forward, catching him before he collapsed completely. Her face turned pale at the sight of the wound up close. It was still bleeding steadily.

Her experience tending to Manfred's wounds in the past gave her the confidence to act quickly. Without hesitation, she ripped off his torn shirt.

The full extent of the injury became clear, and she stopped, stunned. "This is far worse than I imagined," she murmured. "It's so deep!"

She shook off her shock and ran to the cabinet. Inside an assortment of medicine bottles sat in neat rows. She grabbed an ornate bottle at random.

Manfred's wound was a brutal gash, the flesh ripped open and raw. It was deep, spanning a wide area, and the risk of infection loomed large if not treated properly.

likely pilfered during her unconsciousness in the black market, were nonexistent. She had no choice but to trust the bottle

finished treating him,

remained unconscious, his face still as

on. You

questions. What had happened in the past two days? His injuries were far worse than she'd anticipated. And who had done this to him? Before she realized it, she had drifted into an exhausted sleep at his

had she been out? A sudden noise from

"Manfred?" she called softly.

answered someone. "Mr. Bowman, Mr. Atkinson hasn't been in the mansion for the past

easy to read, but now he's completely

No one has seen him for the last couple of days," Sterling

He began scanning the area around

"What are you

his expression cold.

beat. She instinctively reached

whose room this is? This is Manfred's room. People die here

since he got

Sterling a playful, flirtatious

glint of mischief in his eyes. "You make a good

much more aggressive