Half an hour later, Fletcher arrived at a building near the seaside villa that resembled a lighthouse.

He twisted the handle of the door lightly and entered.

What was supposedly a dirty and organized room inside appeared neat and tidy.

Within this room was a beautiful woman seemingly in her thirties, dressed in clothes that gave her a youthful image. She sat cross-legged on a chair, her expression frosty, her temperament likening her to an apathetic goddess that had fallen from Heaven.

Her breathtaking appearance was soul-stirring. The second Fletcher laid his eyes on her, he was filled with infinite adoration. He forced himself to take a deep breath in order to mask his hot feelings.

After a long while, he murmured quietly, “Madame Cloude.”

The goddess sitting before him gave him no reaction. The entire time, her eyes were closed shut.

“Madame Cloude, the prince gave an order just now. He wants all of Little Dwelling’s killers under my command to kill a foreigner.”

“While I