My Flash Romance With the Richest Mogul novel Chapter 1911

It was a rare sight for Glen to witness Manfred standing up for a woman.

Although Glen couldn't see whether the woman was tall or short, slender or full-figured, the sheer determination in Manfred's tone was striking enough to take him aback.

Alger nodded knowingly, his air of mystery thick. "As I suspected. Now I understand why no one else can see you. You likely don't belong to this world."

Vivian couldn't help but admit Alger had an uncanny knack for hitting the mark every time.

Vivian responded calmly, "You're right. I'm not from here. Meeting Manfred was purely by chance. But I assure you, I mean no harm to him. We're friends, and I would never hurt him."

Her words, now audible to Glen, did little to ease his doubt.

"Really?" Glen's years on the battlefield had taught him to trust cautiously, and suspicion lingered in his eyes.

Alger inwardly rolled his eyes. What did it matter if she was lying?

If Vivian deceived Manfred, his demeanor suggested he'd gladly let her. If she asked for his heart, he'd carve it out without hesitation.

Alger understood Manfred's fate all too well—a destiny marked by solitude. Yet, he also knew Manfred's heart was unyielding. If someone managed to stir it, Manfred would become unwaveringly loyal, ready to give everything for that person, even his life.

Manfred declared, "She is the one I trust most in this world."

Glen nearly choked on his unspoken thoughts. What did Manfred mean by that? Was he really so untrustworthy? He should be the one Manfred trusted above all others, shouldn't he?

Eventually, the four of them gathered in a room. Glen exchanged uneasy glances with Alger, still unsure if Vivian was a threat.

Yet what unsettled Glen more was the creeping suspicion that they'd all been drugged—that this entire scenario was nothing more than an elaborate hallucination.