Chapter 1470
The past could not be changed.
But the future was still in their hands.
His sister was finally home.
This time, the Lancaster family would never let her walk forward alone.
Julian looked at Hazel, his gentle features softening as a slow smile touched his lips. “I didn’t expect Miss Hazel to be so good at comforting people p>
Hazel immediately tilted her chin up with an arrogant little smirk. “Obviously. I am the Vice Leader of the Ghost Alliance, after all p>
“The underworld knows me as p>
She caught herself mid-sentence, suddenly remembering she was using her ‘Hazel’ persona here in Vaelion City.
She took a sharp conversational detour. “Ahem, anyway, I’m just really awesome p>
Julian’s smile widened. “Yes, very awesome indeed p>
Hazel practically preened under the praise.
She happily took another bite of her panna cotta.
Following the flow of the conversation, Julian asked smoothly, “So, you missed Serena’s debutante ball tonight because you were handling Ghost Alliance business p>
With a mouthful of dessert, Hazel nodded. “Basically. Serena asked me to dig into some intel on Whitecliffe Harbor p>
Distracted by the incredible food, her walls were completely lowered, and she didn’t think twice about the question.
After answering, she went right back to attacking her dessert.
She had absolutely no idea how much sensitive information she had just handed over.
Julian’s expression didn’t change. He simply nudged the glass of warm water a little closer to her. “Is Whitecliffe Harbor even more chaotic than the Gray Zone p>
Hazel wrinkled her nose. “It’s not just a little more chaotic p>
“The Gray Zone might be wild, but at least the Ghost Alliance keeps a lid on things. As long as the Alliance is around, any psycho who wants to stir trouble has to calculate if they’ll survive the fallout p>
“If things get too out of hand, one word from De—cough, Serena, and the grunts fall in line out of sheer terror p>
“But Whitecliffe Harbor? That place is truly lawless. Barely anyone there has clean hands p>
“Pirates, smugglers, mercenaries, international fugitives, illicit syndicates-they all cluster there p>
“There are no rules, and absolutely no one has the power to keep the peace p>
“All that high-society corporate warfare you saw tonight is child’s play compared to what goes down over there p>
Julian’s eyes darkened noticeably.
The more dangerous Whitecliffe Harbor was, the more unpredictable the threats Serena was about to face.
Yet his face remained perfectly composed, his voice mild and conversational. “Then, things over there must be quite complicated p>
Chewing on her spoon, Hazel
nodded vigorously. “Oh, incredibly complicated. Just securing the boarding pass for Project Zero Transit is a complete
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nightmare p>
“The Raven-Plume Pass is just an entry qualification, and actually boarding requires binding a Unique Identity. One pass can only be bound to one person: Once bounu
be changed or transferred p>
can’t
Before she could finish her sentence.
Hazel’s hand, holding the spoon, suddenly froze.
The scoop of panna cotta wobbled precariously on the silver utensil.
She blinked.
Then slowly raised her head.
Crap.
She talked too much.
Food was dangerous. Highly, highly dangerous.
Why did her mouth completely bypass her brain whenever she was eating?
Julian’s expression hadn’t shifted at all. He still looked as serene and gentle as ever.
He simply looked at her and offered a warm smile. “It sounds like you’ve thoroughly investigated the situation p>
Hazel’s scalp prickled. She nodded stiffly. “Y-yeah p>
“Since you guys are all boarding the ship together in three days, right p>
She deliberately emphasized the words ‘boarding together p>
Trying desperately to steer the conversation back to safe territory: “We obviously need to make sure everything is flawless to guarantee everyone’s safety p>