Now South Grant has a sense of self-awareness and knows that every time he messes with the tiger, Nathan Foster will punish him.

Just now, he merely said he would spit out the wine, and Nathan forcibly poured wine into his mouth.

Now he is mocking him as a beast, who knows if Nathan might get angry and really do some beastly things.

So after saying this, without waiting for Nathan’s reaction, he quickly left the sofa and stayed far away from Nathan.

When South Grant turned his head to look at Nathan Foster, he saw that Nathan hadn’t moved at all.

Not even a finger was lifted; he was just looking at her sideways, with a slight smile at the corner of his lips, a smile that seemed playful and intriguing.

Though Nathan didn’t say a word, he seemed to be commenting on South’s suspicious nature.

Being suspicious is better than suffering losses after all.

On the big screen, Henry Grant and Rosalind Sutton were still discussing the script, when Nathan Foster gestured.

"Come here."

South Grant shook his head, "No."

"I won’t touch you."

"Really?" South Grant was skeptical.

"Even if I wanted to, forget this room, the entire Aethelgard wouldn’t stop me. Do you think you could escape?" Nathan arched an eyebrow slightly.

South thought to himself, he’s telling the truth.

If he wants to, he really can’t escape his grasp, so since he said he wouldn’t touch him now, South obediently went back.

But South sat at the other end of the sofa, far from Nathan Foster.

Nathan could easily see through her little schemes.

"Sit closer."

South pouted but reluctantly moved back to his side.

South had barely sat down before Nathan Foster suddenly pulled her.

She didn’t manage to stabilize herself and toppled into his arms.

The next moment, Nathan used a bit of force and flipped over to press her beneath him.

South Grant reacted quickly, covering her mouth before his lips, full of heat, could touch her.

South Grant stared wide-eyed, looking at Nathan Foster accusingly and asked:

"Didn’t you say you wouldn’t touch me just now?"

Nathan, however, looked at South Grant with a smile, teasingly.

"You believe what a beast says?"

South Grant: "..."

Dug her own grave...

Called him a beast, and he actually accepted it!

Shameless!

Too shameless!

Seeing Nathan was going to be forceful, South Grant hurriedly apologized and admitted her mistake:

"I was wrong... you misunderstood what I meant..."

Nathan Foster wasn’t in a hurry to put his beastly behavior into action; instead, he looked at South Grant, waiting to hear what she had to say.

"I actually meant to say you are honest, wise, courageous, responsible, upright, open-hearted, upright and unyielding... In short, you embody all the good qualities, completely different from a hypocrite like Henry Grant."

Nathan looked down at South Grant, with an expression like he was quietly watching her fabricate stories.

"Are you done?"

"..." South Grant saw that Nathan still looked like he wasn’t going to let her off, so she decided to go all out and continued:

"Uncle, I was really wrong. Even if you want to punish me, choose a time when everything aligns perfectly, make it a bit more formal. This place... is like hooking up with a Gigolo outside for one night, pulling up my pants the next morning and leaving with nothing to remember it by."

Nathan Foster: "..."

ps: Haha, everyone knows what a Gigolo is, right?

Foster’s shadow area is gradually expanding~

There’s one more to come.