South Grant himself, including Shawn Grant, had no way to approach Rosalind Sutton.
Rosalind Sutton rarely appeared in the public eye, except during film shoots; it was always her agent who communicated with the outside world.
Rosalind Sutton was the legitimate third-generation descendant of a military family, under very strict parental teachings. She never attended any social events, and convincing her to star in a film was incredibly difficult; money couldn’t sway her.
So when Nathan Foster suggested directly approaching Rosalind Sutton, South Grant was quite surprised.
"How did you know I was looking for a leading actress?"
"You searched for so actresses using my computer; the first one was Rosalind Sutton. I’m not you; I have basic deductive skills."
Alright, you’re clever. Just from the search keywords, you could guess I was looking for a leading actress.
However, seeing how you drove back so late to help despite your busy schedule, South Grant decided not to mind his words.
After South Grant put the card away, he looked up at him.
The moon was very round tonight, hanging high in the sky, just behind Nathan Foster.
In the moonlight, his appearance in a military uniform was exceptionally handso and unparalleled.
God truly gave him a good-look. If he could play another male lead in this movie, it would surely be an imnse hit.
It’s just that Nathan Foster’s cold and expressionless face might not necessarily have much acting skill.
South Grant raised his hand to touch his face, speaking with a teasing, critical look:
"Honestly, if you could make it in showbiz and play a role in my movie, just your looks alone would be a selling point."
Nathan Foster looked at South Grant, noticing how she was becoming bolder. Previously, she always avoided him, but now, she often casually flirted with him.
"Have you had enough?" Nathan Foster casually asked while looking at her.
South Grant then withdrew her hand, placing it on Nathan Foster’s shoulder, and slightly tilted her head to look at him.
"You’re not returning tonight? What’s wrong with getting a bit of thrill?"
Under the moonlight, South Grant’s face was radiant and jade-like, akin to a freshly cracked egg, smooth and delicate.
She had already removed her makeup, and without it, she appeared less sharp than usual, more graceful and alluring.
Especially at this mont, the moonlight reflecting in her eyes gave them an indescribably seductive charm.
South Grant did it intentionally, and Nathan Foster naturally could see through it.
This suited Nathan’s desires perfectly. Her initiative was sothing Nathan Foster wouldn’t refuse.
"I can make you more thrilled." Nathan Foster focused on her eyes, raising his eyebrows slightly.
South Grant was a bit confused, thinking she was a pro; she never expected to be just an underling before Nathan Foster.
His skill in flirting was far beyond her reach.
"How about another day? Aren’t you busy right now?" South Grant didn’t need to think to know what Nathan Foster ant by more thrilling.
Looking at South Grant, Nathan Foster knew she was just a paper tiger, his smile widened under the dim moonlight.
Then he took out his phone and opened the chat with South Grant, showing it to her.
"You ntioned earlier not wanting to talk to and tossed a dog over to ..." Nathan Foster paused here.
Then he gave South Grant a sideways glance, pretended to look around, "There’s no dog here, just you."
South Grant: "..."
What does it an to shoot yourself in the foot? South Grant finally understood it thoroughly.
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