The place where Henry Grant confessed was on the rooftop of this luxury hotel.

This is the most lavish hotel in Aethelgard, and from the rooftop, you can overlook the entire city’s scenery.

A perfect place for a confession.

Henry Grant invited Rosalind Sutton over, saying there was a movie to discuss.

Rosalind Sutton originally planned to send her agent, but Henry told her there were some details he wanted to discuss personally. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Rosalind Sutton was just at home, doing nothing, so she came over.

Little did both Henry Grant and Rosalind Sutton know that the room they were in had already been fitted with surveillance by Nathan Foster ahead of time.

Everything happening inside was crystal clear to Nathan and South Grant.

South Grant was lounging on the sofa, watching the large screen in front of him, reaching for the whiskey with ice, taking a light sip.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I didn’t realize you actually have a liking for peeping on others."

Such a hotel doesn’t allow surveillance in guest rooms. Now that they can see everything happening in Henry’s room, it proves Nathan had installed it in advance.

Nathan looked at South Grant’s smug and hypocritical attitude, reaching over to snatch the whiskey with ice from her hand.

Then, as he held the remote intending to turn off the screen, South Grant lunged forward, snatching the remote back from his hand.

"Just a coincidence, I too have this interest."

Jokingly, witnessing Henry’s mishaps, of course, she wouldn’t miss such an opportunity.

After grabbing the remote, South reached for her whiskey from Nathan’s hand but was blocked by Nathan.

"That is my drink." South Grant looked at the whiskey in his hand.

"Drink juice," Nathan remarked casually.

Finally, Nathan tilted his head, drinking half the glass of whiskey.

South Grant watched him drink and swallowed, saying:

"I just drank that."

Nathan glanced sideways at him, "So you want to tell me, we are indirectly kissing?"

South Grant had a mischievous smile between her eyebrows at this moment, she winked at Nathan and said playfully:

"When I drank just now, it was too harsh, I spit back what reached my mouth."

Nathan: "..."

Nathan was successfully disgusted by South Grant.

Looking at Nathan’s constipated expression, South Grant felt extremely pleased in her heart.

She couldn’t always be retaliated against, she had to rebuke him into speechlessness to feel accomplished.

However, South hadn’t laughed until the end, when she saw Nathan, unfazed, finish the remaining half glass all in one gulp.

Then he pulled South over, pressing her onto the sofa, held her nape, and pressed his lips against hers.

The cold liquid flowed from Nathan’s lips into South Grant’s mouth.

The rich aroma of the alcohol, the cold liquid, trickled from South Grant’s lips, down to her chin, along her neck, collarbone, and into her clothes...

Half of it entered her mouth.

South Grant was choked to tears till Nathan had ’fed’ all the drink into her mouth before releasing her.

South Grant clutched her chest, coughing incessantly.

While coughing, she understood one thing.

Fighting against people is endlessly fun.

Fighting against a dog, defeat is certain.

Competing with Foster, it’s simply asking for trouble.

When she couldn’t retaliate against him, she was furious. When she could retaliate, he found other ways to get back at her, still leaving her furious.

Foster=Black-bellied dog!

Not wrong at all!