The Bond Between Us (Anastasia and Herman) novel 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.