Ivan Keller asked, then saw Nathan Foster look up and et Ivan Keller’s eyes through the rearview mirror.
Ivan Keller glanced at Nathan Foster’s lips, which curved into a mocking smile.
"You have such a rich inner drama."
Ivan Keller: "..."
Who did I offend?
I was just concerned about your relationship, that’s all!
Even if I’m not concerned, I was just gossiping a bit about your relationship, but I still got snapped at.
This baby feels bitter, but baby can’t say it.
If I say anything, I’ll get snapped at!
Ivan Keller now obediently drove the car towards the military district, not daring to gossip anymore.
Nathan Foster, at this mont, looked at the scenery outside the window, his heart heavy.
Vincent’s words kept replaying in his mind. He didn’t know why the secondary personality ford, nor where this secondary personality’s resentnt ca from.
But he was sure of one thing—he couldn’t allow that secondary personality to obliterate South Grant’s main personality.
South Grant’s greatest desire now was the Grant Group. Originally, Nathan Foster didn’t want her to worry and wanted to help her secretly, but now Nathan Foster had changed his mind.
It’s better to let her handle everything herself.
Vincent said to let her life go smoothly, without any setbacks.
Who can guarantee to protect her from any setbacks for a lifeti? If any co, and she wants to escape them, no one can help her.
No matter how strong her support is, it’s not as strong as she is herself.
Nathan Foster wanted her to beco stronger and stronger, capable of overcoming anything.
A strength that can defeat her opponents, and also defeat herself!
When South Grant woke up, the person beside her was already gone.
After brushing her teeth and washing up, South Grant went out, just in ti to see Fiona Grant dragging a suitcase out of the room.
Fiona Grant glared fiercely at South Grant, as if trying to bore two holes into her with her eyes.
South Grant looked at her, too lazy to care.
In life, always keep a kind heart; otherwise, who knows when karma will co back to you.
If it weren’t for Fiona Grant’s persistent efforts to drive South Grant away, she wouldn’t have ended up like this.
The matters from the past life were sothing South Grant decided not to pursue, but Fiona Grant lacked self-awareness, persistently trying to sche against South Grant.
Fiona Grant’s appearance didn’t affect South Grant’s mood at all; she went on with her breakfast as usual and went to school as usual.
Driving her was Dodo. South Grant suddenly rembered that because of Fiona Grant’s sudden appearance last night, she forgot to tell Nathan Foster about Marcus Shaw.
At this point, South Grant took out her phone and sent a WeChat ssage to Nathan Foster.
"Uncle, good morning."
Just as South Grant sent it, Nathan Foster replied imdiately.
"Go ahead, what do you want this ti?"
South Grant usually doesn’t have the leisure to greet him good morning or good night, unless she has a request, that’s when she’d greet sweetly.
Looking at Nathan Foster’s ssage, South Grant pouted, thinking that being too smart can leave you without friends.
"Yesterday, I did sothing to advance human civilization." South Grant thought about how after she ruined Marcus Shaw, he’d be cut off from having offspring.
With Marcus Shaw’s genes and character, he can’t raise good descendants, so helping him be cut off is also contributing to the progress of human civilization.
"Speak plainly."
South Grant was still feeling pleased with herself when she saw the three words from Nathan Foster, and South Grant almost choked on her own blood.
"I just slept with Marcus Shaw’s egg."
South Grant had just sent it when Nathan Foster called:
"When did this happen?"
As soon as she picked up, she heard Nathan Foster’s voice, as cold as a thousand-year-old ice.
"Before I ca ho yesterday."
"Where?"
"In the grove behind our school. But I’ve already found soone to take the bla for ."
"Very good, South Grant, you’re quite sothing!"
With that, Nathan Foster hung up, leaving South Grant bewildered.
Did she say sothing wrong?
Why did Nathan’s tone sound like he was being cuckolded and wanted to kill her the next mont?
South Grant then opened WeChat to see the ssage she sent Nathan Foster earlier.
As she reread what she had sent, she nearly had a stroke!
I just slept with Marcus Shaw’s egg...
Crushed vs. slept with...
Typo, are you trying to kill !!!
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