Duron Street No. 111, shelter.
As the walls slid into place with a loud bang, the entire shelter was completely sealed off.
However, there was no sense of stuffiness.
Under the enhancent of secret techniques, it was as if they were above ground.
Moreover, they could see everything happening on the ground—
In the main hall of the shelter, six crystal balls, each 0.5 ters in diater, were neatly arranged.
Inside the crystal balls, one could see everything happening at the harbor on the surface.
Watching the teorite that was falling, everyone was in a state of panic.
The plump aunt placed Dennise on one side of the hall.
Reed, Bofute, and other high-ranking officials of the port were all here.
Of course, this also included the widowed Duchess of Fort Swallow and her children.
"Miss Dennise?"
"Please co here."
Lady An Lu greeted Dennise with a smile.
She had already inquired clearly about Dennise's identity—Gerard's cousin Jason's lover. After Jason got injured covering for Gerard, he had to go to the Southern Archipelago for treatnt with Butler Reed and Aunt Lym, and in the anti, Gerard took care of her.
At Duron Street No. 111, this young girl had quite a few privileges.
It would be very beneficial if they could get on good terms with her.
Having made up her mind, Lady An Lu prepared to approach Dennise.
But Reed discreetly blocked her way.
The personal servant did not speak.
He just coldly looked at Lady An Lu.
After Jason had sacrificed himself for Hans Port, Reed would absolutely not allow any ill-intentioned person to get close to Dennise.
Especially soone like Lady An Lu.
Under the personal servant's icy gaze, Lady An Lu took an awkward step back, then was about to say sothing to alleviate the awkwardness when—
"Look over there!"
A voice drew everyone's attention.
People followed where the owner of the voice was pointing and turned their eyes towards the six outward-facing crystal balls.
Then, they saw Jason stand up.
"It's Lord Gerard!"
"Lord Gerard!"
The people who had just been in a panic now cheered.
Gerard's prestige at the port was the last hope for the common people.
For Reed and Bofute, it ant sothing else.
Jason wasn't dead!
The personal servant couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.
But the next mont, his relief turned to a lump in his throat.
Jason was not dead at this juncture.
But,
the teorite was falling!
What would happen to Lord Jason?
Reed thought to himself.
Bofute thought the sa.
The common people also ca to their senses.
Lord Gerard was still outside, and a teorite was falling.
Once the shelter's defense was opened, it would require an extrely complicated operation to close, and there just wasn't enough ti for Lord Gerard to get inside the shelter.
What would happen to Lord Gerard?
Almost everyone's heart tightened.
Even Lady An Lu, who was determined to restore Fort Swallow, and the Duke's son lying on the stretcher were equally worried.
The only exception was Dennise.
It wasn't that she wasn't worried about Jason.
It was because, just now, a faint, barely audible voice had reached her ears—
"Fate has already been decided."
Subconsciously, Dennise turned to look.
She saw a woman in a
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