NovelEnglishChapter 485
The table was laden with comforting dishes: a hearty stew, freshly steamed fish, sautéed mushrooms with
greens, and a rich pot roast. Nanson, having spent three days in Pellonia subsisting on the local cuisine, was
visibly excited to see such a familiar spread. He couldn't help but swallow back a wave of nostalgia.
Delicious!
Absolutely mouthwatering.
He glanced over to Sherman's side.
What was that plate of green stuff?
Salad?
Nanson furrowed his brow ever so slightly.
"Lethelp you with that," Sherman offered, picking up Nanson's plate with a smile.
Sherman's desire to please Nanson was clear, knowing full well that keeping him happy was always a good
strategy.
Witnessing this scene, Sherman's assistant was dumbfounded.
He even wondered if he was seeing things.
Having worked alongside Sherman for so long, he had never seen him act so deferential.
Was he really feeding someone else?
Who was this Mr. Yeager, anyway?
Could he be skind of hidden VIP?
Nanson quickly waved him off, "No, no, it's okay. My head's injured, not my hands.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt| can manage by myself."
With that, he took the plate from Sherman and began to eat.
Sherman returned to his salad.
After finishing the meal, Sherman put down his fork and wiped his mouth with a napkin. “Mr. Yeager, | have a few
things to handle this afternoon. Lacy will be here to assist you. Just let him know if you need anything."
Lacy stepped forward promptly, "Hello Mr. Yeager, I'm Lacy."
Nanson quickly set down his fork, "Really, you go ahead. | don't need to be babysat, and Lacy can leave too. |
feel fine and plan to check out this afternoon."
Nanson had an important business meeting scheduled later. He had spent days securing a key contact for the
project and wasn't about to let a minor injury derail his plans.
Besides, he'd endured far worse injuries in his younger years.
This little setback was nothing in Nanson's eyes.
Sherman seemed to sense Nanson's thoughts and continued, "You don't need to worry about the contract. I've
arranged everything. Someone will cby this afternoon to finalize the details. All you need to do is sign."
Nanson was taken aback.
The contract he was supposed to negotiate was with a major company in Pellonia.
Could Sherman really handle it that easily?
Nanson couldn't help but doubt Sherman's claim.
Even if Sherman was influential back home, this was Pellonia!
Could Sherman really have such reach here?
Sherman further instructed his assistant, Lacy, "Make sure you take good care of Mr. Yeager."
"Of course, you can count on me," Lacy nodded respectfully.
Sherman stood up, glancing at Nanson, Counting his rosary beads as he spoke, “A concussion is no small issue.
Focus on your recovery. If you need anything, just ask Lacy. I'll check in on you later."
His tone was calm yet carried an undeniable authority.
Nanson was left speechless, unable to voice any objections, as he watched Sherman leave the hospital room.
Not long after Sherman departed, Nanson wanted to settle his medical bills and discharge himself.
This was Pellonia, after all, not back home; he didn't want to impose on Sherman any further.
Lacy blocked Nanson's path, looking somewhat uneasy, "Mr. Yeager, Mr. Christensen was insistent that you
shouldn't leave the hospital. If anything were to happen to you, |
wouldn't know how to face Mr.
Christensen!"
Nanson replied, "Don't worry, I'll explain everything to him and make sure he
doesn't hold it against you."
"No, you truly cannot leave the hospital."
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Lacy went to open it.
Standing outside were two blond-haired, blue-eyed locals from Pellonia.
Lacy ushered them in and introduced them to Nanson, "Mr. Yeager, this is Milo,
the head of YUAEON Group. You can discuss the cooperation details directly with
him."
Milo promptly handed Nanson a document, bowing slightly, "Hello Mr. Yeager, I'm Milo. This is the contract |
drafted overnight. If everything looks satisfactory to you, we can proceed with signing."
Nanson was stunned.
It was indeed Milo.
Just three days ago, he'd met Milo, who had been so aloof and dismissive, treating him like a mere
inconvenience unless he booked months in advance.
Nanson had spent quite a bit greasing the wheels just to secure a meeting with Milo.
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