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

was ready to give up and follow Miley when his eyes snagged on something- the wall. From there, his gaze moved to the

still lingering. "What now? Stop dawdling, and let's

had been ages since they'd had any fun together. She refused to let

took a step toward

closer, a loud voice called from outside the

Sterling's expression darkened instantly.

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

here ones that couldn't be exposed, especially in

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

abandon her the second

wandered. What was wrong with Sterling's father,

...

grip on the dagger once she was

people around you are corrupted by the negative items. Others are just naturally cruel. If

hesitated, wondering if Edson's predicament was also connected