NovelFameChapter 484
Nanson was severely injured, with blood streaming down his forehead. At this moment, he had already slipped
into unconsciousness.
Sherman immediately ordered the bodyguards to carry Nanson to the car. "Take us to the nearest hospital," he
instructed the driver in the front seat.
"Understood," the driver responded.
The car sped through the streets, arriving at the hospital in no time.
When Nanson finally regained consciousness, his nostrils were filled with the
sharp scent of antiseptic, and his vision was a blur of white. His throat felt painfully parched, as if it were on fire.
A figure sat by his bedside.
In one hand, the figure held a rosary, while the other hand was gently flipping through a book titled *The
Scripture of Serenity*. With each turn of the page, a faint, pleasant aroma of sandalwood wafted through the air.
Where was he?
Disoriented, Nanson rubbed his temples. He recalled that last night, after finalizing a deal with a client, he was
on his way home. It was late, and he hadn't expected any trouble. But out of nowhere, he was ambushed by a
group of thugs in Pellonia.
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His head had taken a serious blow. Just as he thought he might die on the streets, a bright light appeared, and
then everything went dark.
So... someone had rescued him?
Nanson furrowed his brow. If he remembered correctly, that must have been what happened. But who was his
savior?
Just then, the man sitting by the bed put down the book and looked over with concern. "Mr. Yeager, you're
awake. How are you feeling? Would you like swater?"
Was that... Sherman?
So, Sherman was the one who saved him?
"I..." Nanson started, still processing, when Sherman offered him a spoonful of water.
Instinctively, Nanson opened his mouth to receive it. The cool water soothed his burning throat, like rain falling
on parched earth-utterly refreshing.
Sherman continued, "Mr. Yeager,, you don't need to worry. The doctor said the cut on your head isn't deep, but
you do have a mild concussion. You'll need to stay in the hospital for observation for three days.
Nanson, feeling like a mechanical water-drinking machine, kept accepting the
water Sherman offered, one spoonful after another.
He never would have guessed that Sherman, whom he thought of as a reckless playboy, would be the one to
save him.
It seemed Sherman wasn't as
irresponsible as he had imagined. If Sherman were truly as frivolous as he appeared, he wouldn't have
risked his own safety
rescue him.
Especially not in a place like Pettonia.
With a complex mix of emotions, Nanson looked up at Sherman. "Mr.
Christensen, was it you who saved me?"
Sherman continued to offer water. "You're a senior; just callSherman or even just Sherm."
Nanson licked his lips and said, "Sherm, you didn't tell Annie about this, did you?"
"I haven't." Sherman replied.
Nanson breathed a sigh of relief.
"Good! Please don't tell them. It's not a big deal, and | don't want them worrying back home." Anthea had
warned him that things were chaotic in Pellonia lately, but he hadn't paid much attention. If Anthea found out,
she'd probably fly over immediately.
Sherman nodded slightly. "Alright."
Nanson looked at Sherman, who suddenly didn't seem as disagreeable as before. "Sherm, thank you for saving
——
Remembering his previous behavior, Nanson felt a bit embarrassed. Thankfully, Sherman didn't hold it against
him. Otherwise, given the current situation, he might have lost his life in Pellonia.
"It was the right thing to do," Sherman said calmly. "You must be hungry, having not eaten since last night. Is
there anything you'd like? | can have it brought over."
"No, that's too much trouble. I'm not hungry," Nanson replied, not wanting to impose further.
Sherman, not one to talk excessively, picked up his phone to text his assistant. Soon, there was a knock on the
door.
"Cin," Sherman said, rising from the sofa and smoothing his clothes.
The assistant walked in with a lunch box, setting the food on the table. "Mr. Christensen, here's the lunch you
askedto prepare. This one's for you, and this one's for Mr. Yeager."
Nanson's lunch was quite a spread.
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