My Flash Romance With the Richest Mogul novel Chapter 1858

Manfred got out of bed after Kemp left.

He walked to the window and pushed it open. A gust of frigid night air hit him, clearing his mind even further.

It also sharpened his awareness of who he truly was—a man who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals and someone who wouldn't hesitate to use ruthless methods.

The Atkinsons had created a hell for him, and he would ensure every one of them paid dearly. If they wanted him to experience torment, he would show them what his version of torment looked like.

As his eyes burned with intense hatred, a figure suddenly emerged in his thoughts—Vivian, the one person who brought light and warmth into his dark world.

A wave of unease washed over him.

He wondered if she would despise him upon discovering the depths of his darkness. Maybe she would even leave him.

He couldn't let her know. As for this place, he couldn't leave. He wasn't certain that leaving would mean losing the chance to see her again, and he couldn't take that risk.

That night, Manfred couldn't find peace.

Even his grandfather, Glen Holland, didn't send someone to intervene. He had already found a way to bring those people to justice. Now, things were simpler. He could carry out his plans faster.

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Randall was a man who never denied himself any indulgence.

Outwardly, he appeared loyal to Zea. In reality, he secretly entertained himself with the maids in the mansion whenever one caught his eye.

Zea had always been in tune with Randall. She knew how to manage the aftermath of his indulgences.

For the past few days, Randall had been unwell, his body weakened by constant stomach issues. It was the only reason he had been unusually quiet.

"Besides, all those women are maids whose contracts are in your hands. You can deal with them as you wish later. It's best not to upset Mr. Randall unnecessarily."

Zea's face grew even darker, jealousy blazing in her eyes. "It must be one of those maids seducing him! How is it that he's still obsessed with this kind of thing even at his age?"

Rhea struggled to find the right words to ease her anger.

Randall had always been indulgent by nature, which explained how he and Zea had secretly conspired all those years ago to eliminate his first wife.

His nature had never changed—sweet promises meant nothing to a man like him.

Though Zea tried to calm herself, the relentless noises made it impossible. Her eyes were red with fury as she bit her lip in frustration.

"Shameless! Absolutely shameless! Didn't they learn any proper manners before stepping foot into this house? Despicable! Truly despicable!"