In the afternoon, South Grant had so of the plaster cast removed at the doctor’s, at least it wouldn’t be so obvious when she wore a suit.
South Grant was accustod to wearing casual clothes, so much so that when she put on a European-style, retro, abstinent tailcoat, even Ivan Keller, who was waiting at the door, couldn’t help but be stunned for a mont.
Her facial contours had been refined, now appearing sharp yet aloof.
Coupled with her phoenix eyes, she carried a natural air of nobility with every movent.
It was as if she truly was a prince stepping out of a European court from the last century, exuding grace all over.
Ivan Keller had been to nurous events outside, the number of various banquets he attended was countless.
Among all the people he had seen, probably only Nathan Foster was the best in both appearance and deanor.
This ti, after seeing South Grant in formal attire, he thought her cross-dressing had the ability to stand shoulder to shoulder with Nathan Foster.
Moreover, the aura she exuded was incredibly familiar, sohow, it was remarkably similar to that of his chief.
Ivan Keller just found it strange, as he had been responsible for investigating South Grant before.
The records showed that whether at ho or in school, she always had a timid nature—charitably speaking, she was gentle and ek, uncharitably speaking, she was a coward.
However, now regardless of her aura or usual behavior, she was completely different from before.
People say habits change, but nature is hard to alter, yet she seed like a different person overnight.
Nathan Foster was reading docunts at the ti, and when he heard a whistle from South Grant, he looked up.
Nathan Foster was slightly taken aback, his gaze at South Grant beca even deeper.
South Grant raised an eyebrow, giving Nathan Foster a rather casual wink, taking a sip of the coffee in her hand, "Hey handso, interested in so fun?"
Nathan Foster slightly cald his mind, shifting his gaze from South Grant back to the docunt in his hands.
"Why not be a good person, and instead want to be a gigolo?" Nathan Foster’s voice was calm.
"Pfft..." The coffee South Grant was drinking all spurted out.
The white shirt on her chest was instantly stained with coffee, spreading out in a big patch.
South Grant coughed violently, almost coughing her lungs out.
However, she learned a lesson.
When talking to Nathan Foster, she absolutely must not drink water.
Otherwise, she’d choke to death!
With her clothes stained with coffee, South Grant had no choice but to change into another set.
This set wasn’t as luxurious as the previous one, but on South Grant, it still exuded a noble aura.
Nathan Foster looked at her several tis before letting Ivan Keller take her away.
On the road, Ivan Keller kept wondering what the look Nathan Foster gave South Grant ant just now.
He had been by Nathan Foster’s side for many years and understood Nathan Foster’s mind well. The look he gave South Grant just now was clearly one of worry.
From the rearview mirror, Ivan Keller looked at South Grant.
Indeed, despite being flat-chested, looking like this really was worriso.
Ivan Keller watched as South Grant entered the venue, where the biggest subsidiary under the Grant Group, Stellaris, was hosting. As a result, many artists were attending today.
The mont South Grant appeared, she attracted a lot of attention.
Not just from n, but even more so from won.
Even the security guard at the door couldn’t help but glance at her a few more tis.
Ivan Keller then realized the aning behind what the chief had said earlier—it was clearly intentional!
Knowing full well that South Grant was drinking coffee, he deliberately said those words.
He anticipated that South Grant would choke, and so that flamboyant outfit was splendidly changed.
After all, the previous outfit had a much greater impact than this one.
If paired with those electrifying eyes, it would indeed be remarkable.
Won would want to take her ho, and n would want to offer themselves!
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