Very quickly, Ivan Keller brought the people to South Grant.
The two of them made their way into the hall through their thods and arrived at South Grant’s location.
"Young Master Grant, Assistant Keller sent us to find you."
South Grant gave them a glance; yeah, not bad, they looked pretty strong.
"Alright, you guys wait in the safety corridor, I’ll call you in a bit."
After the person left, South Grant looked at Quincy Irving.
He saw that Quincy was frequently wiping his sweat and occasionally tugging at his tie. South Grant knew the drug was taking effect.
South Grant watched him go to the bathroom and then called those two people, instructing them to knock Quincy Irving out in the bathroom.
Afterward, South Grant had them carry Quincy Irving to a room upstairs.
Once they had thrown him onto the bed, one of them asked:
"Young Master Grant, what’s next?"
"What’s next?" South Grant raised an eyebrow, "Naturally, we take care of him."
"???", the two of them looked puzzled, not understanding what South Grant ant.
"I drugged him; shortly, he won’t be able to control himself. He won’t even be able to tell a human from a dog, let alone differentiate between male and female."
After listening to South Grant, both of them took two steps back in unison.
"Young Master Grant... it’s just that... our sexual orientation is normal..."
"Yes, yes, we are seven-foot n, how can we take care of soone like him?" one of them wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Besides, he’s so old..."
The person next to him cast him a glance and interrupted:
"It’s not about age! It’s clearly a matter of being ugly!"
South Grant: "..."
Foster, are all your n this unreliable and excitable?
Seeing that the two were about to argue again, South Grant rubbed his temples.
"Stop!"
Once they shut their mouths, South Grant, with a darkened face, said, "Which ear of yours heard that I wanted you guys to do it personally?"
Hearing that it wasn’t them, the two of them sighed in relief.
"Whatever you say, Young Master, we’ll do as you instruct, and we’ll keep watch for you!" they vowed, wearing faces of absolute resolve not to spill any secrets.
"..." Damn it! "Which ear of yours heard that it was ? You think he’s old and ugly, do you think I don’t?"
"Young Master ans, if he was young and handso, you’d take care of it yourself?"
"Sothing like that... no, no, no, I’m not into guys!" Almost fell into their trap!
Foster’s subordinates are just a bunch of traps!
No, I must set Foster up!
"Only with soone as good-looking as your commander would I consider it, he has the ideal qualities of a captivating man."
The two jokers: "..."
Do we know too much?
Are we going to be silenced?
The two exchanged a glance.
Confird through eye contact, this was sothing to keep secret!
South Grant didn’t have ti to bicker with them any longer and instructed, "Didn’t Assistant Keller ask you to bring surveillance equipnt? You stay here and set it up, you co with ."
When they arrived at the hall, South Grant picked up the half glass of wine Quincy left and pointed at the server over there.
"Find a way to drag him into a room and make him drink this wine."
The guy following South Grant felt a twinge, thinking, of all people, Young Master Grant was the last person to anger.
He suspected that setting up surveillance connected to the big screen in the hall was for broadcasting live, just thinking about it made him nervous.
That person organized matters, found an excuse to call the server to the surveillance-free safety corridor, and did as South Grant instructed.
South Grant sat in the hall, waiting for the entertainnt to unfold.
At this mont, Chester Lynch, stumbling slightly, walked up to South Grant. He was in formal wear today and was tugging at the tie around his neck.
"Why is it so hot in the hall?"
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