Chapter 1808

Vivian and Manfred were stunned by Cyril's words. When Manfred remained silent, Cyril's impatience wore thin. "I'll count to three. If you don't lick my shoes by then, you'll just have to keep freezing. This is your only chance. Don't regret it." Cyril couldn't stomach how Manfred, despite his dire state, still exuded an air of dignity. Vivian, however, quickly regained her composure. Cyril's arrogance was insufferable, but what truly tipped her over the edge was his breath—foul enough to be noticeable from two steps away. Without a second thought, she kicked him. The sound of her kick landing was sharp and satisfying. Cyril stumbled backward, nearly losing his balance before collapsing to the ground. Manfred's expression shifted. Cyril, clutching his side, cursed through gritted teeth. "Manfred, are you trying to get yourself killed? How dare you hit me! Ah, it hurts like hell!" The maids trailing behind Cyril stood frozen in shock, puzzled over what kind of game he was playing