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