Richest Mogul

Under the pitch-black night sky, deep within Galaxy Villa, Skylar jolted awake. "Vivian?" she gasped, her eyes flying open.

Beside her, Joe stirred, his gaze soft with concern. "What's wrong? Is it another dream about Vivian?"

"Yes, I saw her in my dream," Skylar murmured, her forehead beaded with cold sweat. "She's in trouble, I think."

They were deeply worried about Vivian, their most vulnerable point. Yet, their concern was tragically offset by their complete inability to do anything. Their dreams were their only source of information, but they were frustratingly vague.

Joe's expression hardened with quiet determination. "Don't worry. If Vivian was strong enough to bring us home, she'll find her way back too."

Joe had faith in his daughter. Vivian was kind, but she was never fragile.

Skylar got out of bed and made her way to the vanity as Joe switched on the bedside lamp. There it sat-a copper mirror they'd won at an auction not long ago. It was identical to the one that had brought them home.

The mirror held an unexplainable energy. Sometimes, they could almost feel Vivian through it.

"She'll return safely. We just need to wait for her."

Skylar nodded, but something else weighed on her mind. "Hadwin's been asking questions about her-nonstop. He keeps pushing for her contact information. I don't know how much longer I can deflect him."

him. He and Vivian aren't meant to be. I'll make sure he focuses his attention

surely stop his inquiries

saw

days passed like a

piece of good news-his wounds hadn't worsened. No

from Sterling's visit the night before last, no

Manfred's side,

of everything and nothing?

voice filling the silence.

her

would sip water and lose herself in her book. The massive tome had taken

about to pick up another when the faintest noise reached

through the air. "Search the bed. There must be a

"Yes, Mr. Bowman."

Panic darted

Red Vivian's chest. She

Manfred, shaking him