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," Miley

room yielded nothing. Frustration tightened his features. He was ready to give up and follow Miley when his eyes snagged on something- the wall. From there, his gaze moved

Sterling still lingering.

had been ages since they'd had any fun together.

her and took

called from outside the door. "Mr. Bowman, something's happened

Sterling's expression darkened instantly.

me on the way!" He didn't

ones that couldn't be exposed, especially in

leave without so much as a backward glance.

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

mind wandered. What was wrong with Sterling's father, Edson

...

dagger once she was certain they were

by the negative items. Others

wondering if Edson's predicament was