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.

Let's

ready to give up and follow

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

was still hours away. It had been ages since they'd had any

ignored her and took a step toward

he could get closer, a loud voice called from outside the door. "Mr.

Sterling's expression darkened instantly.

He didn't hesitate he was

here ones that couldn't be exposed, especially in the Atkinson

as she watched him leave without so much as a backward glance. The excitement

they needed her, only to abandon her the second something more pressing arose. But she had no intention of spending

What was wrong with

...

on the dagger once she was certain

are corrupted by the negative items. Others are just naturally cruel.

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