Chapter 3 Just a Favor

Ivanna looked back, only to see the man struggling to get up. In a hurry, she walked over, pressed his shoulder, and advised in a low voice, "Don't move, or your wound will split open. Do you have any documents that can prove your identity? We can send you to the hospital..."

"It's okay. My men will come…." The man shook his head and croaked, "Thanks, I'll reward you…."

"I didn't save you for rewards. It's just a favor!" Ivanna shrugged, poured him a glass of water, and handed it to him with a smile, "You're lucky to run into us. The sandstorm in the valley is strong today. You could have been buried!"

The man silently sipped the water, but a cold glint flashed across his eyes.

"By the way, may I know your name? How did you get injured in the Valley of the Kings?" Ivanna's face stopped burning, and she asked curiously.

"Marshall Walsh, it was a setup…." The man answered in a bland tone, refused to reveal more, and changed the subject, "What about you? Are you a doctor?"

"Ivanna Neal. People usually call me Ivy. I'm not a doctor but a graduate student of archaeology…." Ivanna introduced herself with a smile.

With a hint of surprise, his eyes looked at her. "A graduate student of archaeology can have such good medical skills?" He mused.

"Consider it a survival skill in the field!" Ivanna shrugged with a proud smile, "According to my foster father. I can't carry on with archaeology if I don't know how to save myself…."

Marshall nodded slightly and obtained certain information from her remarks.

Neal Family… that Neal Family?

He had never heard of any Neal majoring in archaeology or any foster father…."

"Do you know..." Before Marshall could finish his question, Ivanna's cell phone rang.

She checked the caller ID, excused herself, walked to the side, and answered the phone, "Hello, Ivy, it's me…."

"Dad, what are your instructions?"

"Ivy, the sandstorm is too strong. Suspend your archaeological work and come to my office. This is an emergency…."

"But I'm in the middle of something…." Ivanna said hesitantly, following a glance at Marshall, who was leaning against the bedside.

Before she could finish her speech, her father sulked, "Nothing is more important than my business. Come back ASAP. Steve will assist you!"

With a choice, Ivanna nodded, consented, and then apologized to Marshall, "Sorry, my foster father wants to see me. Stay here, my friend. Steve will come and take care of you..."

Marshall nodded slightly before watching Ivanna grab her phone and leave in a hurry. He got off the bed with difficulty, covered his injured abdomen, grabbed his suit, and pressed the lining three times to send out a signal.

While waiting for his men, he looked around the shabby camp before laying his eyes on a pile of drawings on the table.

He slowly walked over, picked up the drawings, and flipped them through. As he looked at the lifelike sketches of Egypt, he couldn't help but chuckle.

This woman had a pair of deft hands… When he flipped to the last drawing, a small incense bag embroidered with Ivanna's name fell out.

Marshall picked up the bag, had a sniff, but smelt no fragrance. When he looked at the delicate pattern, however, the corners of his lips curved up slightly. In the end, he stuffed the incense bag into his suit pocket.

In archaeologist Fred Slater's office, Ivanna and a man in a suit gazed at each other.

"Dad, the emergency you mentioned is for me to see him?" Ivanna looked coldly at the stranger, pouted, and asked unhappily.