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

the sprawling Bowman Residence seemed impossible. But she refused

for paper and pen. By a

sketched a series of patterns on the paper. Each pattern

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

serve Mr. Bowman properly. Don't be as clueless as before. If you anger him

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

also suffer the consequences, which could cost them

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

we were born into service here," one

deepened. "That's

would

the maids were new, they wouldn't have been affected by the residence's

Residence had

negative items, but Bowman

more. It was practically a

that energy the stronger the negative energy attached