Chapter 687. What a Tough Life

In the dead of night, around three or four in the morning, Moonstone Court was silent. All the lights were out except for a few dim lamps glowing faintly in the garden.

A figure dressed head to toe in black slipped into the courtyard. The assassin picked the lock of Caitlin’s room with practiced ease, moving like a shadow.

Inside, the faint outline of two bodies rose beneath the blankets. He raised his silenced pistol and fired several rounds straight into the lumps on the bed.

Without hesitation, he splashed gasoline across the bed and furniture, then flicked a lighter. Flames leapt greedily over the sheets. Satisfied, he slipped back into the night as if he’d never been there at all.

“Fire! Fire!”

The night watch spotted the blaze and shouted. Servants spilled out, buckets and basins in hand, rushing to fight the flames.

Moonstone Court was a connected building. Once one room caught, fire spread quickly from one to the next. The inferno roared h