My Flash Romance With the Richest Mogul novel Chapter 1804

Vivian said, "Alright, Mrs. Powell. I'll take good care of myself."

She made the promise with firm resolve.

Once the call ended, Janine, Steven, Charles, and Harvey all reached out, eager to join her on the trip. Though her parents had been absent for the past three years, the love and concern from her relatives kept her from feeling lonely or forgotten.

After finishing all the calls, she finally had a moment to take in her guest room. The inn had a unique charm to it.

A friend of hers stayed here last summer and recommended it to her. Based on Viola's advice, she decided to visit Dewhurst, as Viola had emphasized the importance of going there soon.

Vivian opened the window and looked out over the inn's spacious courtyard. The old-fashioned architecture, with its classic vibe, made her feel like she was stepping back in time, experiencing a brief illusion of the past.

"Once I find Mom and Dad, I'll bring them here to experience this too," she murmured.

Just as she was about to close the window, a figure emerged from behind a large tree. It was a young man—Manfred Atkinson—dressed in period attire.

Manfred was strikingly handsome, with sharp, captivating features. His clothes, though, were slightly worn, with patches on the edges. Despite his ragged appearance, there was an air of arrogance about him, a chilling presence that made him stand out in a way Vivian had never encountered before.

Though she had seen many people in period costumes during her travels to Dewhurst, Manfred's style was unique and impossible to ignore. She found herself staring at him for a moment longer than she intended.

Just as she was about to close the window, snowflakes began drifting down from the sky.

"What? It's just early autumn. Why is there snow?" she muttered, surprised by the sudden change in weather. Only moments before, the sky had been clear.

She glanced at Manfred once more before quickly closing the window. She needed to put on an extra layer of clothing and go outside to enjoy the snow.

"I didn't bring any negative items with me this time," she muttered.

Over the past few years, whenever someone close to her encountered something involving negative items, she was the one to handle it. Viola had taught her how to deal with such matters.

As Skylar's daughter, Vivian had inherited the ability to perceive and interact with these things, just as her mother had. The difference was that Vivian could preserve the positive aspects of such energies and neutralize the negative ones, allowing the good qualities to thrive.

She had dealt with several items that caused hallucinations, but her abilities were strong enough to prevent such things from affecting her unless there was a genuine reason for them.

Of course, Viola could always appear before her at any time. But this year, she had only appeared once—just a few days ago, urging her to come to Dewhurst.

Shaking off her thoughts, Vivian decided to try again and pushed open the window. This time, the view outside was exactly as it had been when she had gone outside earlier—normal and unchanged.