The Lady Nun Vows Revenge by Caroline Rowland

The Silent 408 Over a Saint Grace Nunnery, peace and tranquility reigned Meanwhile, in Hasen City, the undercurrents were surging.

Inside the Henderson family study.

Fletcher, his face devoid of emotion, took the intelligence report handed to him by a subordinate and drew a heavy line across it.

He then stood, walking toward the candelabrum while methodically tearing the report into uneven shreds. Finally, he lit the torn pieces with the candle flame. The fire quickly consumed the paper, the flames licking upward and scorching Fletcher's fingers as he held onto the corner of the burning sheet.

Yet Fletcher didn't flinch. Only after a couple of seconds did he toss the flaming remnants into the extinguished brazier He said, "Guard," A shadowy figure appeared silently behind Fletcher, kneeling with practiced deference.

"So, is my daughter finally dead?" Fletcher asked, his tone icy The figure replied cautiously. "Sir, she... survived." The word "survived" was enough to confirm that the operation had failed A cold, mirthless smile spread across Fletcher's aged face. "Useless fools. And a pawn I can still squeeze suse out of " The former referred to the hired assassins.

The latter, of course, was Isabelle Henderson.

This outcdidn't surprise Fletcher in the slightest.

After all, to him, whether his illegitimate daughter lived or died was of no consequence.

So regardless of the result, Fletcher felt no anger.

Upon hearing that Isabelle had survived the assassination he orchestrated, Fletcher narrowed his eyes slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Prepare the carriage. You'll personally escort Audrey home." "Miss Audrey?" The shadow guard froze in confusion. "Wasn't it supposed to be Miss Isabelle?" Fletcher chuckled, his laughter cold and sinister. "My legitimate daughter, who has been wandering outside for years, should finally return hto help her dear father shoulder sof his burdens." The shadow guard immediately understood. "Yes, sir. I'll bring Miss Henderson back to the estate right away." After the shadow guard left, Fletcher called out again, "Butler." The Henderson family butler, who had been waiting outside, hunched his back as he entered the room. "What are your orders, sir?" "Make the necessary arrangements. Tomorrow, the estate will observe mourning." The butler's reaction was even quicker than the shadow guard's. His voice remained steady and emotionless as he asked, May I ask, sir, who is the deceased?" "My illegitimate daughter, Isabelle. She succumbed to a sudden illness." "Understood, sir. I will see to it." Once the butler had left and the door was closed, Fletcher turned and walked toward the only bookshelf in his study.

He reached out and pressed a specific book on the third row, With a sharp sound, a hidden mechanism activated, and the entire bookshelf swung open, revealing a concealed stone door behind it.

Fletcher stepped forward, the flickering candle in his hand casting eerie shadows as he entered through the stone gate. After descending the long, winding stone staircase, he arrived at a heavy, ornate wooden door.

He pushed the door open, and a cacophony of laughter, music, and clinking glasses spilled out, enveloping him in the debauched atmosphere.

"Fletcher, you're finally here!" a voice called out, brimming with sycophantic enthusiasm.

"Fletcher, will it be the Elixir of Immortality toni Successfully unlocked! uty's flesh?" another guest teased, their tone dripping with indulgence.

"Surely the Elixir! It's his favorite, isn't it?" someone chimed in, their laughter echoing through the hall.

"But too much of the scan get dull. Perhaps tonight, Fletcher might want to try something different, like a taste of Maiden's Flesh?" 400 Chapter 400 As Fletcher stepped inside, the scene unfolded before him. It was a sprawling underground lair of excess and sin The space was vast, accommodating over a hundred revelers lost in their pursuit of pleasure.

Musicians played haunting melodies, dancers swayed seductively, and servers carrying emerald trays wove through the crowd with practiced grace.

But the trays held neither wine nor food.

Instead, they carried emerald bottles filled with mysterious contents.

The bottles cin two varieties, white emerald and green emerald.

Guests eagerly tossed gold coins to claim a bottle, and one particularly flushed man threw down two gold ingots, snatching up two bottles with a greedy grin.

With a bottle in each hand, he staggered over to Fletcher and leaned heavily on his shoulder.

"You lot just don't get it!" the man slurred, his voice thick with intoxication. "Fletcher is the master of this Hall of Eternity The Eloir is divine, and the Maiden's Flesh is exquisite Why should he have to choose between the two?" The man grinned wickedly and added, "Why not both? Now that's living the dream!" His words sparked laughter among the surrounding guests.

"Well said, well said! Couldn't agree more!" someone chimed in, their voice rising above the din.

Fletcher's smile remained fixed as he gently pushed the man off his shoulder. "Why settle for one when you can have both?" he said smoothly, his tone laced with subtle authority. "Indulgence is the key to immortality, after all. Why not treat yourselves?

"Tve always said, the Elixir paired with Maiden's Flesh enhances its potency, doubling lits effects. Only then can you truly hasten your path to immortality." "Fletcher, you are absolutely right someone exclaimed, their voice filled with fervor.

"Immortality and pleasure, that's the essence of life!" another guest declared.

A person said, "BringsMaiden's Flesh as well!" Another said, "I'll have stoo!" Someone else said, "And me...

In an instant, the Hall of Eternity descended into a frenzy, with guests scrambling for the Elixir and Maiden's Flesh, their greed and desperation on full display.

o the innermost stone chamber of the Hall of Eternity- Once the stone door closed behind him, his face twisted in disgust.

Fletcher pushed through the chaotic crowd and stepped into "Didn't that man go broke ages ago? How che still seems to have something left?" Fletcher asked, his tone sharp.

A subordinate immediately stepped forward and replied, "Sir, he really is broke. He has sold off everything he had just to scrape together enough to chere."

Fletcher raised an eyebrow. "Did he sell his property? Or maybe his kids?" "He sold both, sir," the subordinate answered nervously. Fletcher let out amocking laugh. "No wonder he managed to pull together two gold bars. But if he has sold that much, I bet he still has a little more stashed away." He smirked. "Treat him nicely tonight, then toss him out. No need to let him back in." "Understood, sir. But if he doesn't cooperate..." The subordinate hesitated, his voice trailing off.

Fletcher shot him a cold glare. "Do I have to spell it out for you?" The subordinate stiffened and quickly replied, "No, sir! I'll take care of it right away!" Subscribed