"Young Madam?" The man followed his gaze to Claire Sinclair, a hint of confusion in his eyes.
Claire Sinclair frowned. "What 'Young Madam'? Don't talk nonsense."
"Haha... Young Madam, if you please." Aiden Howkins burst out laughing, then made a welcoming gesture.
Claire Sinclair quickly tossed all her luggage onto the rescue boat and climbed aboard.
Before long, the rescue boat reached the shore.
Claire Sinclair was about to carry her things off the boat herself, but Aiden Howkins quickly took over. "Young Madam, you go on ahead. Young Master Quincy has been waiting for you for a long time."
"But my things..."
"I'll carry them for you."
"Oh, thank you!" Claire Sinclair's heart had already taken flight. She eagerly ran up the mountain.
When she reached the entrance of the command center tent, she saw a familiar, imposing figure with his back to her. He was currently huddled around a map with several geological experts and subordinates, discussing a flood discharge plan.
