My Flash Romance With the Richest Mogul novel Chapter 1992

Soon, they arrived back at the estate.

As they stepped out of the carriage, Manfred suddenly spoke. "Keep the cloak on. Come into my arms."

Before Vivian could react, he had already pulled her in.

The cloak was large, completely enveloping her. Pressed against Manfred's chest, her face was completely hidden.

She then followed him into a grand, opulent estate like this.

Along the way, the sound of people dropping to their knees echoed in her ears.

Everyone bowed with the utmost reverence. "Greetings, Mr. Atkinson."

Her mind was in turmoil. She didn't know how to deal with this situation yet.

First, she needed to confirm his identity. Was he really the Manfred she knew? Then, she would decide her next move.

If he planned to kill her, she wouldn't go down without a fight. But she was also intrigued by the negative energy lingering around him.

Whatever it was—it wasn't ordinary. The moment she stepped into this estate, she could feel that overwhelming evil aura.

It was a presence that could corrode the mind and turn those staying in the house into nothing more than a bloodthirsty husk.

It would strip away one's humanity until the only way to quiet the rage was to kill.

Because Manfred held her close, she couldn't see the reactions around them. But she felt their stares.

No one in this household had ever seen Manfred protect a woman. Much less hide her face.

The eerie strangeness of it left everyone in shock. What was going on with their lord?

The walk seemed endless. By the time they finally stopped, Vivian was covered in sweat.

The fox fur cloak was already warm. But being wrapped so tightly in Manfred's arms was like being pressed against a furnace.

She was burning up.

Finally, they arrived at a room. As soon as they stepped inside, the scent of incense filled her nose.

Opening the burner, he sifted through the ashes inside.

Then, a thought surfaced. It was instinctive and certain. The incense was tampered with.

In fact, now that he thought about it, every single incense burner in this estate was suspicious.

These scents seemed to cloud the mind.

At last, he spoke. "You're right. The incense is tainted."

Vivian nodded. Of course, it was. But this incense was only a minor tool.

The real problem was the negative energy lurking within this estate.

Everything here existed to serve it.