My Flash Romance With the Richest Mogul novel Chapter 1825

The moment Vivian vanished, Manfred's smile disappeared, swiftly giving way to a dark, foreboding presence.

He had completely abandoned any hope for his so-called father. Perhaps this was for the best—there would be no need to hold back when the time came.

That night, the Atkinson residence fell into an eerie stillness. Almost everyone had drifted into sleep.

Then, a blood-curdling scream shattered the silence, echoing from Cyril's room. It was so intense that it roused everyone in the house. The horrifying scream reverberated through the halls, waking even the deepest sleepers.

Instantly, everyone rushed toward Cyril's room, including Randall and Zea.

This was no ordinary noise. The scream was full of agony, not the kind one would expect from a man in his room with a woman—it was far worse. And with each passing moment, the screams grew louder, more desperate.

The terrifying sound paralyzed everyone with fear.

"What's going on with Cyril? Could it be… Could it be a ghost haunting him? The maids have been whispering about a female ghost haunting our mansion," Zea said, her face pale with worry.

She was terrified that the rumors about a ghost haunting the mansion might be true. Cyril was her only support; if something happened to him, everything she had would crumble.

Randall frowned, annoyed by Zea's words. He had been enjoying a rare, peaceful night's sleep when the commotion woke him. He had no patience for such superstitions.

"Stop with the nonsense. What ghost? It's just the maids being foolish. How could you be just as foolish as them?" he snapped.

Zea fell silent, but a deep unease gnawed at her. The maids had all been whispering about a female ghost, and even Cyril had claimed to have heard her voice.