Richest Mogul

Chapter 2007

Manfred hadn't been at Atkinson Residence for the past few days, and no one knew his whereabouts.

Sterling brushed off the thought. He doubted Manfred's capacity for such action.

Years of manipulation had reduced Manfred to a shell of a man, utterly incapable of carrying out something like Edson's assassination, especially given the constant security surrounding him.

An unseen force appeared to be at work in Everholm, and the thought of this left Sterling uneasy. He prided himself on knowing everything that happened in

Everholm, yet this was beyond his grasp.

With a furrowed brow, he turned and left.

The two maids, despite their disdain for Vivian, had no choice but to obey Sterling's orders. They hadn't been fortunate enough to earn his favor.

Once the maids left to fetch her meal, Vivian sprang into action. She rushed to the door, cracked it open, and scanned the hallway.

Two men stood guard just down the corridor with swords at their sides and sharp, disciplined stances. They were clearly trained fighters.

That explained the unlocked door.

the residence was as secure as

lurked in the shadows. Escaping the sprawling Bowman Residence seemed impossible. But she refused to resign herself to

around the room, searching for paper and pen. By a stroke of

a series of patterns on the paper. Each pattern was carefully folded and hidden

and on it was a plate of vegetables, a serving of roasted

eat before it gets cold. Afterward, we'll take you to bathe. Tonight, you need to serve Mr. Bowman properly. Don't be

maids was slightly kinder than the other. Though she looked down on Vivian, she didn't want to see her

also suffer

She smiled instead. "Have you two served the Bowman family

into service here," one answered, her tone

deepened.

would

wouldn't have been affected by

had

negative items, but Bowman

had even more. It was practically a breeding

to counter that energy the stronger