My Flash Romance With the Richest Mogul novel Chapter 1991

Manfred's cold eyes narrowed slightly as his gaze swept toward the hand clutching his arm.

That hand—slender, fair and beautiful, was the most beautiful hand he had ever seen.

Then, a sudden thought crossed his mind. Such a beautiful hand… It should be cut off.

But just as quickly as it came, it was crushed.

Another voice echoed in his head, stronger, darker—"I dare anyone to lay a single finger on her!"

The killing intent in that voice was overwhelming.

One command and the first thought was utterly erased.

Manfred frowned. "What do you mean by that? I've always been here."

As the words left his lips, his headache grew even worse.

Vivian froze. "Are… Are you really Manfred?"

A bizarre, absurd feeling rose inside her. The man before her was Manfred. And at the same time—not Manfred.

He was familiar. Yet, in some moments, he felt like a complete stranger.

Manfred's gaze darkened. The words left his mouth before he could even think. "I am."

"But… something's not right. You remember me, but at the same time, you don't."

Vivian frowned. What was going on? Had his soul traveled into another body? If so, did that mean the original Manfred was dead? How did he die? Or was this physical time travel?

But if that were the case, then why did this Manfred look younger than the one she knew?

Manfred looked at Vivian, who was frowning in front of him, and his heart sank slightly. Almost without thinking, he blurted out, "I remember you."

"Then... Do you remember where we first met?" Vivian asked, trying to confirm.

Her mind was filled with questions.

If it was as she suspected and Manfred had somehow transmigrated his soul here, then did that mean he had died in his original world?

How did he die? Or perhaps it wasn't transmigration but physical time travel instead.

But the Manfred before her was clearly a few years younger.