Chapter 230
Central Courtyard of the Devonshire Townhouse
Ethan stood in the courtyard, gazing up at the third floor of the central building, now engulfed in flames.
Unseen by the guards, he had set fire to the camp lodgings. The fire blazed fiercely, sending thick gray smoke billowing into the sky.
That smoke was a signal—his and Cherry’s. It meant Ethan had carried out the arson as planned, and the camp was now in chaos.
…Disgusting bastards.
The slaves imprisoned in Devonshire weren’t being used for labor.
They were food.
The people in this camp had been eating human flesh to survive. A level of savagery and depravity unheard of in modern times.
“Fire!”
“Everyone, evacuate!”
“Get water! Now!”
The uproar spread rapidly, filling the camp with shouts and frantic movements. As expected, the place was descending into chaos. That would make it easier for Cherry to infiltrate the camp.
“Sir Ethan, are you alright?”
Devil appeared, oblivious to the fact that Ethan himself had started the fire.
“It’s a mess out here, but we can leave that to the others. You need to move immediately.”
“Move? Where to?”
“There are orders to take you straight to Westmoor. Your brother has been rescued from Graydon Palace. The directive is to escort all of you to safety in Westmoor. Please, come with me.”
That told Ethan everything he needed to know—Theodore’s group had successfully reached Graydon Palace.
And, just as Theodore and Nikolai had predicted, Prince Lloyd had already seized control of it.
“How’s the fire containment going?”
Ethan asked idly, pulling on his jacket.@@novelbin@@
The weapons he always carried weren’t with him today. The guards had confiscated them when he entered the Devonshire Townhouse.
But Ethan Duncan Lancaster was not just any guest.
In Devonshire, he was treated as a VIP.
That had made it easier for him to evade surveillance and move freely inside the camp.
While setting the fire, he had memorized the camp’s key locations, including where the weapons were being stored.
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