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.

here. Let's go,"

give up and follow Miley

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

ages since they'd had any fun together.

her and took a step toward the

closer, a loud voice called from outside the door. "Mr. Bowman, something's happened

Sterling's expression darkened instantly.

the way!" He didn't hesitate he was out of the

ones that couldn't be exposed,

him leave without so much as a backward glance. The excitement from moments ago vanished. "Men... they're all

when they needed her, only to abandon her the second

What was wrong with Sterling's father, Edson Bowman? Was he

...

grip on the dagger

unconscious Manfred. Some people around you are corrupted by the negative items. Others are just naturally cruel. If you don't wake up

wondering if Edson's predicament was also connected to