South Grant’s martial skills are excellent.
This was Nathan Foster’s first impression after a confrontation with South Grant.
She now has only one left arm on her right wrist.
But when she was fighting Nathan Foster, she showed no hesitation.
Nathan Foster thought of how she was on the verge of death a few days ago at the police station.
The two people who hurt her weren’t her opponents now, so why was she on the verge of death then?
Nathan Foster slowed down his actions, observing her.
At this mont, South Grant’s pupils were extrely small; her dark eyes weren’t as bright as usual but carried a kind of cold and dead chill.
If he hadn’t personally carried her back to the room, Nathan Foster would have thought she was soone else.
Just as South Grant made a fierce move, Nathan Foster pinned her down.
Nathan Foster pressed her arm down, pinning her to the bed.
But at this mont, South Grant was ruthless, not only to Nathan Foster but also to herself.
She bent her injured right arm and suddenly thrust towards Nathan Foster’s chest.
Nathan Foster had no choice but to release her left arm; even then, South Grant was still pinned by him, as she lifted her leg and kicked between his legs.
Nathan Foster was no ordinary person; he lifted her moving leg and placed it on his shoulder, using his body to press down forcefully; South Grant was completely passive and couldn’t move at all.
Nathan Foster was curious to see the play South Grant was enacting, but his gaze t her eyes and she closed her eyes.
The look was like frost on a winter moon.
As she closed her eyes, South Grant’s whole body softened.
Nathan Foster was exerting force at the mont and, unguarded against South Grant’s approach, ended up falling onto her as she softened.
When South Grant opened her eyes again, she saw Nathan Foster’s face close to hers.
And... the warm sensation on her lips.
South Grant wanted to push him away forcefully, but she realized he had her legs apart, and he was in an extrely shaful position between them.
What the hell!
Nathan Foster!
Have you no sha left?
South Grant swung her hand and slapped Nathan Foster on his left cheek.
Once their lips separated, South Grant opened her mouth and cursed:
"You damn well can kiss your own niece; why don’t you go screw the sky?"
Nathan Foster propped up his arms, looking down at South Grant, his obsidian-like eyes flashing with a dangerous glow.
Nathan Foster’s voice was cold, lacking any emotion, "Is playing with fun?"
South Grant: "You damn well are flipping the truth; it was you playing with !"
If she had woken up a bit later, Nathan Foster would have had his way.
Nathan Foster looked at South Grant’s gaze, clear and distinct, completely different from the person filled with killing intent earlier.
He frowned deeply.
South Grant saw Nathan Foster frowning and her heart skipped twice.
What to do, she couldn’t beat Nathan Foster; what if he forced himself upon her?
Just as South Grant was in a state of anxiety, Nathan Foster got up from her.
He stood at the bedside, looking at South Grant, whose face was still a bit panicked, with mounting doubt.
Then, without saying a word, Nathan Foster turned and left, leaving South Grant completely baffled.
South Grant nervously awaited dawn, thinking the cost of having Nathan Foster as a tutor was too high.
Resolute not to co again tomorrow!
Who knows what kind of beastly nature he might show!
The next day, at dawn, Ivan Keller sent South Grant to school.
Nathan Foster watched the car leave and took out his phone to make a call.
"Hey, Vincent, I need your help with sothing."
ps: Babies, have you ever heard of dual personalities? South might not even know she has a hidden side. Her rebirth will gradually unravel all the mysteries of her past life.
Had a minor surgery a few days ago; relying on drafts to update old stories, and the new story was interrupted for two days; apologies.
Now updates can be stable; love you all.
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