Richest Mogul

Vivian inhaled sharply at Sterling's words.

"Fresh?" Miley tensed, her eyes scanning the room with renewed alertness.

She turned to the maid standing by the door. "Has Manfred been back these past two days? Or has anyone else died in this room recently?"

The maid immediately replied, "No, Mr. Atkinson hasn't returned, and no one has entered his room in his absence. But two days ago, a woman—a beauty, died here."

Miley raised a brow and glanced at Sterling. "You're overthinking it. You know how Manfred is. Wherever he's been these past two days, someone's probably suffering for it."

Sterling remained skeptical, his sharp gaze sweeping the room again, restless and searching. Once suspicions took root, he wouldn't stop until he unearthed the truth.

Something was off.

He began pacing.

The sound of his footsteps echoed in the hidden chamber. The sound was enough to send shivers down the spine, but Vivian remained unmoved. Her lips were a firm line, her gaze steady and unafraid.

nothing here. Let's go,"

to give up and

snapped as she saw Sterling still lingering. "What now?

It had been ages since they'd had any

ignored her and took a step toward

closer, a loud voice called from outside the

Sterling's expression darkened instantly.

happened? Tell me on the way!" He didn't hesitate he was out of

were secrets here ones that couldn't be exposed, especially in

as a backward glance. The excitement from moments ago vanished. "Men...

clung when they needed her, only to abandon her the second something more pressing arose. But she

her mind wandered. What was wrong with Sterling's father, Edson Bowman? Was he

...

grip on the dagger once she

gaze felt on the unconscious Manfred. Some people around you are corrupted by the negative items. Others are just naturally cruel.

hesitated, wondering if Edson's predicament was