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."

hardened. "Leave it to me. I'll talk to him. He and Vivian aren't meant to be. I'll

Hadwin would surely stop his inquiries about Vivian. Perhaps,

the matter-Vivian saw Hadwin as nothing more than

passed quickly. Two days

there was one piece of good news-his wounds hadn't worsened. No infection. No

visit the night before last, no one else had

Manfred's side, talking

of everything and nothing?

voice filling the silence.

her

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

to pick up another when the faintest noise

"Search the bed. There must be

"Yes, Mr. Bowman."

Panic darted

Red Vivian's chest. She

Manfred, shaking him