South Grant listened to Nathan Foster’s response and couldn’t help but swallow.
The tone wasn’t great, it didn’t seem like a pleasant mory.
Suddenly, a lightbulb went off.
South Grant thought of a possibility.
Chester Lynch was drugged yesterday, Foster ca to the rescue, and now Foster is here, looking frustrated, saying he got bitten by a dog.
Could it be...
Chester Lynch gave his first ti to Foster?
South Grant’s imagination was too vivid; images of Chester Lynch and Foster imdiately flooded his mind...
Ahem, the picture was slightly pixelated.
Seeing Foster’s frustrated expression, could it be that he suffered the loss last night?
If that’s the case, he sacrificed too much to save !
Nathan Foster looked at South Grant, who was deep in thought, sitting on the sofa with his arm casually draped behind him.
"Tell , what happened last night."
South Grant snapped back to reality, looking at Nathan Foster’s interrogative expression, he approached him obsequiously, apologetically saying:
"Well... thanks for saving from disaster last night. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone, I’ll keep it to myself forever."
South Grant was practically swearing on a lightbulb.
Nathan Foster gave her a glance, "Disaster? What are you trying to say?"
South Grant was curious, who took whose first ti?
Seeing Nathan Foster’s deanor, he decided to ask: "What’s that poem, oh right: ’Sing freely in the daylight, is your chrysanthemum still intact?’"
Nathan Foster: "..."
The next mont, South Grant got smacked on the back of her head.
She was slapped onto the sofa by Nathan Foster, barely rubbing her head as she got up, only to be pinned down again, with her whole body controlled on the sofa.
Nathan Foster’s eyes flashed a dangerous light, "You think sothing happened between Chester Lynch and ?"
South Grant looked at Nathan Foster’s expression and realized she had misunderstood.
"Then what’s with your mouth?" South Grant was very curious.
"You don’t rember?" Nathan Foster’s eyes slightly narrowed.
"What? What?"
At this mont, Nathan Foster looked down at her, his voice cold:
"Last night, after I brought you ho, in the middle of the night, you suddenly went crazy and pounced on , this injury is from you biting in frustration, rember now?"
South Grant: "..."
"If I didn’t see your injured hand, with you still not fully grown, I wouldn’t have held back last night and dealt with you!"
South Grant: "..."
"Rember, you owe one again." Nathan Foster said, finally letting her go.
"I don’t believe you!" South Grant didn’t believe a word.
Even sleepwalking, she could tell the difference between a person and a dog.
"If you don’t believe it, we can relive it." Nathan Foster said nonchalantly.
"..." Better not.
Afraid he’d bring it up again, South Grant changed the subject.
"How did you find last night?"
"Surveillance," Nathan Foster said simply.
"Oh."
But the truth is the club’s surveillance was broken, the reason Nathan Foster was able to find her was because there was a tracker on her phone.
After the incident at the police station last ti, Nathan Foster installed a tracker on her phone without her knowing.
Suddenly, South Grant thought of Nathan Foster taking her ho, where was Chester Lynch?
"Where’s Chester Lynch, how is he?" Thinking of him cutting his palm last night, South Grant had mixed emotions.
"You care about him?" Nathan Foster raised an eyebrow slightly.
South Grant looked at his expression, recalling how in her past life, any contact with another man would make him act like a jealous dog.
South Grant thought, this is a life-or-death question.
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