Damn!
Not looking at this word’s aning, structurally it’s man-woman-man.
Like a three-person rotation.
Foster, you’re so dirty!
You really have a vivid imagination!
South Grant raised an eyebrow and sent a reply to Nathan Foster with a smile on her face.
"I think ’woman-man-woman’ looks more stimulating."
South Grant found teasing Foster to be a lot of fun.
Soon, Foster replied to her.
"Woman-man-woman? If you could clone yourself, I wouldn’t mind playing that way."
South Grant: "..."
Why do I always end up being the one teased back?
Indeed, Foster is thick-skinned with a filthy mind!
While South Grant was cursing Nathan Foster in her heart, Nathan sent another ssage.
"Ivan Keller is outside, call him first thing if there’s any trouble."
South Grant stared at the ssage, lost in thought for a mont.
Nathan Foster is pretty smart, figuring out she was in trouble from just a few words.
"I can handle it, I’ve been around you long enough now."
"Oh?"
"Close to red, you beco red; close to black, you beco black; close to uncle, you beco wicked and cunning." South Grant typed with a gleeful expression.
Finally, a coback.
Nathan Foster, holding the phone, could almost picture South Grant’s smiling face on the other side.
Nathan Foster’s lips curved slightly as he sent a ssage back.
Standing in front of Nathan Foster, Commander Warren asked nervously, "Sir, the strategic deploynt I ntioned earlier..."
After putting down the phone, Nathan Foster replied nonchalantly:
"Report it once more."
Commander Warren: "..."
Idiot ruler!
I’ve reported it three tis, but every ti your phone rings, your soul vanishes!
anwhile, at the banquet, South Grant looked at Nathan Foster’s reply.
"Hmm, close to you beco wicked and cunning, inside you rice gets cooked."
"???" South Grant sent over a face full of question marks to Nathan Foster.
No reply from Nathan Foster, he must be busy.
Just as she was about to put the phone away, it dawned on her!
Damn!
Sared by him again!
Inside you, rice gets cooked...
Inside you...
Inside you...
Get...out...!
You’re speeding, I want off!!!
South Grant put the phone away and started her performance.
She picked up two glasses of red wine, one had been drugged by lody Irving, but she swapped it with the other one.
She walked over to Quincy Irving with a face full of remorse.
"Mr. Irving, it was my fault earlier, speaking disrespectfully. Mr. Irving is magnanimous, please forgive this ti."
Quincy Irving looked at South Grant, not really wanting to engage with her.
Unbothered, South Grant continued:
"Mr. Irving is very generous. I’m truly sorry. Whether you drink this glass or not, I must drink to punish myself."
South Grant then lifted the other glass and drank it all at once.
With many people around, after nurous apologies from South Grant, Quincy Irving finally took the glass with a mild expression.
He drank half of it, then put the glass down.
South Grant watched him drink, then smiled slightly.
lody Irving, you didn’t see this coming.
The bitter fruit you planted will have to be tasted by your own family.
After drinking, Quincy Irving went to socialize, and South Grant called Ivan Keller.
"Get two people over here to help with sothing."
Since South Grant’s hands were not convenient, she would have preferred to do it herself.
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