Chapter 1837
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At 4:00 pm on Friday, Vivian packed her belongings and returned to Galaxy Villa.
She hadn't informed Edgar of her return today. Instead, she planned to tidy up that evening, purchase some items, and bring breakfast to visit Manfred the next morning.
For breakfast this time, she chose a special milk tea with buns.
The hotel would deliver the meal early in the morning, and a set of custom-made clothes she recently ordered from a tailor would also arrive soon.
She had tailored a vintage outfit both for male and female. She intended to wear the vintage dress when visiting Manfred.
That night, when she lay down to rest, she found herself unable to fall asleep, tossing and turning. Perhaps it was the anticipation for the next day.
"Manfred, I hope you've been taking good care of yourself. Please don't let me down."
Under the cold crescent moon, the Atkinson residence was eerily silent.
Manfred sat alone in the flickering candlelight, engrossed in the book he held. Although he had already read the book twice, he still felt he hadn't fully grasped its contents.
Since the morning, he had been sitting in the same spot, reading intently. Before he realized it, night had fallen.
If not for his stomach growling repeatedly, he wouldn't have noticed his hunger. Suddenly recalling Vivian's instructions before she left, he set the book down and stretched as he stood up.
He opened the door and found a food box left on the doorstep.
Over the past few days, the main kitchen had delivered three meals a day, with well-balanced and rich dishes. He knew exactly why this was happening.
As expected, despicable people always made choices that benefited themselves. He was well aware of what his old man, Randall, wanted.
"Old bastard, you've lived long enough."
After closing the door and bringing the food box inside, Manfred glanced at it, his eyes dark and his demeanor cold.
When he opened the food box, the dishes inside had already gone cold. He raised an eyebrow but didn't care much and started eating.
Although there was still plenty of food left from Vivian's last visit, he couldn't bear to eat it. Sometimes, he would just take it out to look at it.
For him, eating was just a means to fill his stomach. Since there was food for that purpose, he didn't want to waste what Vivian had left for him.
After a few bites and some tea, he felt half-full. He casually tossed the plates back into the food box and threw them outside before returning to his book.
Not far outside the courtyard, Rhea Robertson noticed that the light in Manfred's room was still on. She turned to the two women beside her and said, "You know what to do next, don't you?
"Mr. Mandred's food tonight was spiked. He'll soon be as wild as a wolf.
"You've both been trained since
childhood to serve men. Tonight et
use all your skills to make him completely addicted to you. Ideally, he should be unable to live without you.
"Once you're pregnant, you'll be halfway to becoming mistress of this household. Tonight is your chance for wealth and status. Do you understand?"
The woman in purple replied softly, "Yes, ma'am. Don't worry. I will ensure he is satisfied."
The woman in yellow echoed her, "Rest assured, ma'am. Over the past few days, we've observed his temperament.
"He seems introverted since he
never leaves his room. Men like him
are often the most vulnerable to
women's advances. Tonight, we'll make sure he's well pleased."
Rhea was pleased. "You're both very clever. Good. By now, the drug should have
taken effect. Go serve Mr. Manfred."
"Yes," they replied in unison.
At that moment, Manfred, who had been reading, suddenly stiffened. An unfamiliar sensation surged through his body like a beast, overwhelming him.