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Chapter 1645 Not Optimistic

Chapter 1645: Chapter 1645 Not Optimistic

Chapter 1645

Set in front of the French windows was a business desk, curtains on both sides drawn, allowing a vast expanse of morning light to spill in, cascading over his back, the white shirt he wore taking on a faint golden glow.

He opened his computer for remote work and didn’t glance over even once.

Chloe went from propping her chin with her hands to crossing her arms and resting her chin on them, her posture growing lazier, but her gaze remained fixed on him throughout.

They coexisted in silence for fifteen minutes until the doorbell rang.

He sighed softly, closed the computer, and rose to answer the door.

Her eyes followed his movement.

After the server left the breakfast on the table and departed, the surface was covered with two servings of local specialties.

After he had arranged everything, he pulled out a chair and, finally, turned to look at her.

Chloe closed her eyes, pretending not to notice.

The man’s presence drew closer.

Just when she thought he was about to speak, her body suddenly lightened as he unexpectedly picked her up and brought her to the dining table.

As he was about to set her down, he found her arms still wrapped around his neck, unwilling to let go.

They locked eyes, neither speaking.

After a moment, he furrowed his brows, "It’s time to eat, Ancestor."

Finally, she lifted the corners of her mouth, still not letting go, leaned towards his face, and asked, "Young Master, are you still angry?"

Alexander turned his eyes away, silent for a while, then lowered his gaze back to hers.

Looking at her smiling, charming and cute appearance, he couldn’t help but chuckle in resignation, "Defeated by you."

From then on, that "cold war" ended with Alexander’s defeat.

Chloe’s feet touched the ground lightly, but her waist remained embraced by him, a gentle hug, a kiss.

The morning in Beraenia could also hold a different kind of warmth.

In the afternoon, the two left for an inspection at the Rescue Team’s camp in the area.

The five hundred people from the Dark Alliance were very effective; each had many under their command, including a small team in this city responsible for rescue efforts, based within the Safe Zone.

They made contact with one of them, an S-level expert within the Alliance, code-named Black Bear.

True to his name, he was tall and robust, with dark skin.

Hearing of their visit, Black Bear had been waiting at the camp’s entrance early.

Upon seeing the pair alight from the car, he hurried over to greet them.

He candidly expressed that he was a fan of theirs, during his training days in the Dark Alliance he often visited the Wall of Legends to see their statues, using them as role models.

Meeting them in person now, he couldn’t conceal his excitement.

"If you two were still with the Alliance, we would have unanimously chosen you as the Supreme Alliance Leader, what a pity," he said as he led them in.

The people inside all stood up when they saw them, some busy fetching food, others moving stools around.

"No need to fuss, we’re here today mainly to get an update on the recent work situation, is everything okay?" Chloe asked.

Black Bear promptly gave a work report, summarizing each day’s events since they arrived.

In a few words, the situation could be summed up: not optimistic.

Black Bear sighed repeatedly, "It seems Beraenia is beyond saving. Although it’s a small country, its national situation is quite complicated. There are local powers everywhere, difficult to manage, not cooperating with the authorities, and some even view our Rescue Team as enemies, refusing even the aid supplies we send. What’s more serious is their religious belief which has defined this catastrophe as a divine punishment, something to be accepted rather than fought against. In such a place, even if we manage to spread the vaccine, it’s not certain that people will get vaccinated."