My Flash Romance With the Richest Mogul novel Chapter 1815

The sandwiches were warm, still giving off a slight heat.

Vivian's eyes met Manfred's gaze.

When Manfred looked at someone with his usual neutral expression, the coldness in his eyes could freeze a person without him uttering a word. Yet, when his gaze fell on Vivian, that coldness quickly dissipated.

"I brought you some sandwiches. They're fresh, just made. I'm not sure if you'll like them, but Edgar made them. He's an excellent cook, " Vivian said, setting a few sandwiches on the table.

She glanced around curiously. The things she had bought, including the blankets, were nowhere to be seen. She wondered if Manfred had hidden them.

Manfred sat down, his eyes briefly resting on the warm sandwiches, his mind lost in thought.

"Go ahead, eat before they get cold," Vivian said, thinking he might feel awkward about eating.

Manfred nodded. "Okay."

Though Manfred had never tried a sandwich before, he ate slowly, savoring each bite as if committing the taste to memory.

Vivian watched him in silence.

Before coming here, she had already eaten two sandwiches. She had taken a few with her to the bedroom, telling Edgar she had some work to do.

Knowing Vivian was busy, Edgar didn't bother her. So, Vivian had time to stay here.

"I've hidden everything in a compartment under the bed," Manfred said.

Vivian didn't ask why. "Everything comes with a user manual. If you don't understand anything, just ask me," she replied.

Manfred responded with a quiet hum.

"Do you like reading?" Vivian asked.

His time was running out.

He needed to make the Atkinson family pay for what they had done to his mother. These people deserved to vanish without a trace.

…

Over the next few days, Vivian visited the bookstore and bought rare books written in traditional script. She immediately grabbed them when she saw them. She also picked up some pens. She planned to deliver all these to Manfred the next time she visited him.

When the day came, she arrived with two large bags. However, Manfred wasn't in the room, though she could hear voices from outside.

Vivian turned toward the door. The group leader was someone she recognized—Cyril, a man she had met a few days ago.

"Manfred, get out here and look what I brought you. You've been starving and freezing, haven't you? Well, I've brought you something you've never tasted before. It's a gift from me." Cyril sneered.