The Bond Between Us (Anastasia and Herman)

Chapter 726



Sandy had shown her skills and secured deals with two distributors. To celebrate, she and her brother Sean popped open a bottle of champagne that evening. Sean couldn't help but admire Sandy.

"Sis, you're a business genius. If Dad had handed over the company to you earlier, we would've been rolling in cash ages ago," Sean said, already two glasses in and feeling quite merry. "With these two deals secured, we're about to make some serious money." Sandy was in high spirits too, sipping her champagne with elegance. "These two are just the beginning. Tomorrow, we're meeting Mr. Culliver from Sunshine Factory. If we snag his entire product line, that's where the real money is."

Sean gave her a thumbs up. "Sis, I'm sticking with you. Whatever you need, just let me know."

He was always ready to support his sister, no matter the cost or effort involved.

Sandy basked in her brother's affection. "With us leading the way, we'll soon leave Elysian Technologies in the dust. Get some rest tonight; we have an early start tomorrow to head to Crestwood."

Sean asked, "What's happening in Crestwood?"

"We're meeting at the Sunshine Factory plant. It shows we're serious and gives us a better look at their products. Plus, we can shoot some footage for our online followers to boost our credibility and sales," Sandy explained. "Landing Sunshine Factory isn't just about money. It's about establishing our foundation and status. It's a big brand with significant influence."

Sean didn't grasp all the business details, but he knew he just had to do his part.

"Alright, Sis. I'll head to my room now. I'll catch up with you in the morning."

After finishing his champagne, Sean headed back to his hotel room, already feeling under the weather. Ever since he donated bone marrow, his health hadn't been the same, and overexertion often left him feverish.

The hustle of securing the two deals had taken its toll, and by nightfall, Sean was running a slight fever. Not wanting to worry Sandy, he kept it to himself.

The next morning, his fever caused him to oversleep, delaying their trip to Crestwood. By the time they set off, it was already 10 AM.

Sandy was not pleased, her face a mask of frustration. Sean kept apologizing, "I'm sorry, Sis. I messed up. I promise it won't happen again."

Yet, he didn't reveal the real reason for his tardiness-his health issues.

Sandy remarked sternly, "We were supposed to meet at ten, and now it's almost eleven. It's over an hour's drive. How are we going to explain this?"

Sandy was no longer the gentle girl from the hospital days. She had doubled the Morton Group's market value, and the success had made her more assertive.

Sean didn't argue back, instead choosing to placate her with a smile, "Alright, alright. It was my fault. I'll buy you a present to make up for it."

This was how he had always soothed Sandy.

To him, Sandy would always be the little sister he needed to protect.

"Brother, you're being childish. I'm not a three-year-old anymore."

Sandy's voice carried a hint of impatience.

Hearing this, a shadow crossed Sean's eyes, and he forced a smile, "I forgot, you've grown up."

Sandy didn't notice the change in Sean's mood. She saw rescue teams passing by in the rearview mirror and traffic police setting up roadblocks ahead, signaling them to turn back. Sean asked, "Sis, what's happening?"

"Go find out," Sandy instructed.

Sean got out to ask the traffic officer and learned there had been a landslide, burying dozens of vehicles, and it had happened just that morning at around 9:30.

Sean broke into a cold sweat. If they had left as planned, they might have been caught in the disaster.

He hurried back to the car, "Sis, the tunnel caved in ahead, and there's a landslide. Dozens of cars are buried. We can't get through."

Sandy was immediately worried, "That's the only road to Crestwood. What do we do now?"

As they pondered their next move, more rescue teams arrived, along with local news reporters. Drivers who had narrowly escaped sat by the roadside, visibly shaken. Sandy stepped out to listen in on the conversations between the police and rescue crews.

"How many vehicles are involved? What's the casualty count?" an officer asked.

"Approximately fifty vehicles are involved, with eight confirmed dead and twenty seriously injured," replied a rescue worker. "We need to act fast. Experts predict another landslide this afternoon."

"Mr. Culliver from Sunshine Factory called. He was supposed to meet Mr. Salstrom from Elysian Technologies this morning, but he hasn't shown up. They want to know if his car is among the buried." "Not confirmed yet. There are still many vehicles unrecovered. We need more resources here."

Herman was supposed to be here too?

Sandy's heart skipped a beat, her eyes drifting to the landslide site where she could faintly see the buried vehicles.

Sean came over, "Sis, we need to get out of here. They say another landslide is coming."

Sandy's voice was tense, "We can't leave. Herman might be trapped in there."


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