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

search of the room yielded nothing. Frustration tightened his features. He was ready to give up and follow Miley when his eyes snagged on something- the wall.

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

had any fun together. She refused to let

ignored her and took a step toward the

loud voice called from outside

Sterling's expression darkened instantly.

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

couldn't be exposed, especially in the

without so much as a backward glance. The excitement from moments

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

wandered. What was wrong with Sterling's father,

...

her grip on the dagger once she

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

hesitated, wondering if Edson's predicament was also