Flash Marriage To The Dangerous Billionaire - Chapter 34: Chapter 34
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"Got it," Nelson replied softly, his face devoid of emotion.
'Is that all?' Peterson had thought Nelson would at least show a trace of concern upon hearing this, but his assumption proved unfounded.
"What do you think a good reputation can bring to the company in terms of benefits?" After a few seconds, Nelson suddenly posed a question.
"Pardon?" Peterson was caught off guard.
Nelson darted a glance at him, a flicker of distaste twitching between his brows, as if displeased by his sluggishness.
"Kerriston serves as Hernland's largest herb cultivation base. Donating supplies and aiding in post-disaster reconstruction there would better protect its natural resources."
Peterson nodded absently, but his eyes brightened as he asked, "So you intend to donate to Callopston?"
"Donations are merely a means." Nelson's deep, cold eyes brimmed with cunning and calculation.
"Kerriston's residents have been dealing with herbs for generations, a tradition that stretches back over a century. They've established entrenched cooperation channels and won't change partners easily.
"But if I seize this opportunity to donate funds and offer assistance, even if they're initially reluctant, public opinion will force them to reciprocate. They can't afford to refuse cooperation."
Peterson was speechless as he thought, 'It's taking advantage of the situation, isn't it?'
As expected, this was the Nelson he knew. How could he abandon personal interests for just a woman? Peterson had assumed Nelson's donation to Kerriston was an indirect attempt to help Hallie.
Nelson moved with striking alacrity. The very next day, he canceled all planned excursions and set off for Kerriston with Peterson.
Kerriston was distinguished by its unique geographical features, with one-third of its territory embraced by deep mountain ranges and ancient forests.
These exceptional natural endowments had not only established it as the nation's most prestigious herb cultivation hub but also one of its top scenic attractions.
But the sudden earthquake had laid waste to the landscape, leaving ruins sprawling across the horizon.
Many mountain roads were buried under landslides. Some were partially cleared, but most were still impassable.
Towering peaks and winding trails stretched on endlessly, with towns of varying sizes nestled in their midst.
Nelson and Peterson had driven over only one hill before ditching the car to proceed on foot, leaving the relief supplies behind.
Fortunately, local volunteers approached them. Upon learning they were there to donate supplies, the volunteers immediately organized a dozen people to help carry them.
But only limited goods could be moved at a time, and the nearest town was a two-hour hike away.
The volunteers led the way, but Peterson was already worn out after walking for merely an hour.
"I must have lost my mind to come to a place like this with you," he panted, complaining.
Nelson, walking a step ahead, breathed steadily without even a sweat. His gaze fixed on two doctors in overalls approaching them.
"Stay with us. We're almost there. The medical supplies are just up ahead. Hang on a little longer, and you'll make it," two female nurses called out as they dashed past, a blood-soaked man on their stretcher. Their voices trembled with tears, barely above a whisper.
Nelson's eyes narrowed. During their hike, they had only seen road-clearing crews. The medical supplies were still stranded over three hours' drive outside the mountains.
"No, he stops breathing," one of the female nurses called out abruptly from behind, followed by the clatter of the stretcher hitting the ground.
The nurses might have been administering first aid, but Nelson's steps unconsciously quickened. He no longer knew whether the man behind him had survived.
Peterson glanced back, his face paling slightly.
"Yesterday's news reported over a thousand additional deaths," he said in a trembling voice. "They said only half the medical supplies got through. Most people die that way, without treatment. Even injured doctors and soldiers can't get help. Hallie... She isn't hurt, is she?"
"Shut up," Nelson snapped icily.
Deeper in, the number of injured and aiding doctors grew. Nelson's gaze scanned each person in the doctor's overall, but he never found the familiar slender figure.
Peterson, too exhausted to walk, stopped and grabbed an elderly man passing by.
"Sir, do you know where the doctors from Mentville Medical Center in Callopston are stationed?"
"Callopston doctors? Which one in particular are you seeking? As it happens, I know a doctor from there." The old man's eyes lit up at the mention of Callopston, eager to offer help.
"Do you know a woman named Hallie Levine?"
"You mean Dr. Levine? Yeah, I know her." The man nodded eagerly and pointed into the distance.
"Just walk down this path for another half hour and you'll reach Newick Town. It's the hardest-hit area. Be careful," the old man warned.
Nelson frowned at the answer and immediately marched down the rugged, cracked road.
"Hey, slow down!" Peterson called, trailing behind.
Half an hour later, Nelson and Peterson spotted a waist-high stone marker engraved with "Newick Town."
The number of rescue workers and physicians here was double that of the outlying regions. Amid the throng of doctors, Nelson's gaze wandered, then abruptly locked onto a fixed point.
For an instant, irrational anger flared. Nelson's lips tightened as he strode forward, reaching out to seize a woman's arm.
Hallie had been bent over, straining to shift a boulder. She'd squinted through the gap, scanning for survivors, when a scorching grip vice-clamped around her elbow.
Before she could react, she was yanked backward. She subconsciously whirled around, and her eyes met a pair of dark, stormy irises.
Hallie froze, her face crossing with disbelief. "Nelson? What are you doing here?"
'Is that all?' Peterson had thought Nelson would at least show a trace of concern upon hearing this, but his assumption proved unfounded.
"What do you think a good reputation can bring to the company in terms of benefits?" After a few seconds, Nelson suddenly posed a question.
"Pardon?" Peterson was caught off guard.
Nelson darted a glance at him, a flicker of distaste twitching between his brows, as if displeased by his sluggishness.
"Kerriston serves as Hernland's largest herb cultivation base. Donating supplies and aiding in post-disaster reconstruction there would better protect its natural resources."
Peterson nodded absently, but his eyes brightened as he asked, "So you intend to donate to Callopston?"
"Donations are merely a means." Nelson's deep, cold eyes brimmed with cunning and calculation.
"Kerriston's residents have been dealing with herbs for generations, a tradition that stretches back over a century. They've established entrenched cooperation channels and won't change partners easily.
"But if I seize this opportunity to donate funds and offer assistance, even if they're initially reluctant, public opinion will force them to reciprocate. They can't afford to refuse cooperation."
Peterson was speechless as he thought, 'It's taking advantage of the situation, isn't it?'
As expected, this was the Nelson he knew. How could he abandon personal interests for just a woman? Peterson had assumed Nelson's donation to Kerriston was an indirect attempt to help Hallie.
Nelson moved with striking alacrity. The very next day, he canceled all planned excursions and set off for Kerriston with Peterson.
Kerriston was distinguished by its unique geographical features, with one-third of its territory embraced by deep mountain ranges and ancient forests.
These exceptional natural endowments had not only established it as the nation's most prestigious herb cultivation hub but also one of its top scenic attractions.
But the sudden earthquake had laid waste to the landscape, leaving ruins sprawling across the horizon.
Many mountain roads were buried under landslides. Some were partially cleared, but most were still impassable.
Towering peaks and winding trails stretched on endlessly, with towns of varying sizes nestled in their midst.
Nelson and Peterson had driven over only one hill before ditching the car to proceed on foot, leaving the relief supplies behind.
Fortunately, local volunteers approached them. Upon learning they were there to donate supplies, the volunteers immediately organized a dozen people to help carry them.
But only limited goods could be moved at a time, and the nearest town was a two-hour hike away.
The volunteers led the way, but Peterson was already worn out after walking for merely an hour.
"I must have lost my mind to come to a place like this with you," he panted, complaining.
Nelson, walking a step ahead, breathed steadily without even a sweat. His gaze fixed on two doctors in overalls approaching them.
"Stay with us. We're almost there. The medical supplies are just up ahead. Hang on a little longer, and you'll make it," two female nurses called out as they dashed past, a blood-soaked man on their stretcher. Their voices trembled with tears, barely above a whisper.
Nelson's eyes narrowed. During their hike, they had only seen road-clearing crews. The medical supplies were still stranded over three hours' drive outside the mountains.
"No, he stops breathing," one of the female nurses called out abruptly from behind, followed by the clatter of the stretcher hitting the ground.
The nurses might have been administering first aid, but Nelson's steps unconsciously quickened. He no longer knew whether the man behind him had survived.
Peterson glanced back, his face paling slightly.
"Yesterday's news reported over a thousand additional deaths," he said in a trembling voice. "They said only half the medical supplies got through. Most people die that way, without treatment. Even injured doctors and soldiers can't get help. Hallie... She isn't hurt, is she?"
"Shut up," Nelson snapped icily.
Deeper in, the number of injured and aiding doctors grew. Nelson's gaze scanned each person in the doctor's overall, but he never found the familiar slender figure.
Peterson, too exhausted to walk, stopped and grabbed an elderly man passing by.
"Sir, do you know where the doctors from Mentville Medical Center in Callopston are stationed?"
"Callopston doctors? Which one in particular are you seeking? As it happens, I know a doctor from there." The old man's eyes lit up at the mention of Callopston, eager to offer help.
"Do you know a woman named Hallie Levine?"
"You mean Dr. Levine? Yeah, I know her." The man nodded eagerly and pointed into the distance.
"Just walk down this path for another half hour and you'll reach Newick Town. It's the hardest-hit area. Be careful," the old man warned.
Nelson frowned at the answer and immediately marched down the rugged, cracked road.
"Hey, slow down!" Peterson called, trailing behind.
Half an hour later, Nelson and Peterson spotted a waist-high stone marker engraved with "Newick Town."
The number of rescue workers and physicians here was double that of the outlying regions. Amid the throng of doctors, Nelson's gaze wandered, then abruptly locked onto a fixed point.
For an instant, irrational anger flared. Nelson's lips tightened as he strode forward, reaching out to seize a woman's arm.
Hallie had been bent over, straining to shift a boulder. She'd squinted through the gap, scanning for survivors, when a scorching grip vice-clamped around her elbow.
Before she could react, she was yanked backward. She subconsciously whirled around, and her eyes met a pair of dark, stormy irises.
Hallie froze, her face crossing with disbelief. "Nelson? What are you doing here?"
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