My Flash Romance With the Richest Mogul novel Chapter 1987

Like father, like son. Neither of them were decent people.

For some reason, a killing intent surged within Manfred. His current identity disgusted him. It felt utterly repulsive.

A voice in his heart whispered—she would find it disgusting and dirty.

The thought had barely surfaced when he took a deep breath, suppressing it.

Then, he walked out of the room.

Soon, he met Jayden. And saw Jayden's sister, Miley Atkinson.

The siblings bore a strong resemblance to each other. But unlike in his memories, they weren't sitting together, and there were no lingering glances.

In the past, they practically clung to each other every day and didn't even care about others watching.

Sometimes, they would shamelessly have intercourse in the garden. It was absolutely revolting.

The moment Manfred saw Jayden, a thought crossed his mind—kill him. Kill Jayden.

"You're here. I heard you've been looking for someone?" Jayden wasted no time.

Manfred replied curtly, "Yes."

Jayden suddenly picked up a painting from the table beside him. "Is it this woman?"

He studied the image and smirked. "She truly is breathtaking. If you find her, bring her to me first."

That meant—he wanted her.

For years, aside from Miley, Jayden had never been interested in another woman. But the woman in the painting…

She awakened in him a twisted desire to defile her. He wanted to destroy the beauty on that canvas.

Miley's eyes darkened. "Where did you learn about this woman? Are you sure you didn't just imagine her?"

Her tone was sharp, her words full of mockery.

But now that he refused—Jayden was convinced she might be real.

There was nothing more to say between the father and son. After exchanging a few words, Manfred left.

However, he didn't return to his chambers. He walked straight out of the estate.

Without even realizing it, he ended up at the black market. Everything was sold there.

The Bowman family controlled the black market.

As soon as Manfred took a seat, a servant respectfully brought over a pot of tea.

Just then, a large iron cage was dragged into the center of the market.

There were about five to six women in the cage.