Nathan Foster immediately lost all sleepiness, and when South Grant’s hand reached in front of him, he grabbed South Grant’s wrist and forcefully shoved South Grant onto the bed.

South Grant was also extremely strong and reacted quickly; at the moment Nathan Foster pushed her down, she propped herself up to stand again.

But then Nathan Foster pressed her whole body down, making her unable to move.

Her wrist was controlled by Nathan Foster, causing her entire arm to lose strength, and the glass shard fell onto the bed.

At this moment, South Grant’s eyes were dark and cold.

Nathan Foster stared into her eyes as if trying to see through her.

"Why do you want to kill me? Give me a reason."

From the moment he met South Grant to now, Nathan Foster had never done anything to harm South Grant.

Moreover, Vincent said South Grant had a dual personality for ten years, and ten years ago, he didn’t know South Grant, nor did he know where this hatred came from.

Now she deliberately wants his life, but why?

"Scum!" South Grant said coldly.

Nathan Foster heard this and endured a frown.

The hatred in her eyes was evident, and the killing intent in them was intense. The more South Grant acted this way, the more Nathan Foster was puzzled.

Nathan Foster intended to test this secondary personality’s strength, so he eased his grip slightly.

Just as he relaxed slightly, South Grant bent one leg and aimed a knee at Nathan Foster’s groin.

Nathan Foster narrowly avoided it, and South Grant suddenly pushed him away, got off the bed, grabbed the thin blanket, and threw it over Nathan Foster.

The blanket wasn’t meant to attack but merely to block Nathan Foster’s view.

Once Nathan Foster tossed the blanket aside, South Grant had grabbed a battleship model from the bedroom and smashed it toward Nathan Foster’s head.

South Grant aimed right at Nathan Foster’s vital spots, showing no mercy.

Nathan Foster dodged and continued to grapple with South Grant, intending to exhaust her energy. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

He needed to find a way to keep this secondary personality to understand why South Grant had developed it.

The room they were in was well-lit, and the sounds of their fight could be clearly seen from outside the window.

There were guards posted at the villa’s entrance who were feeling sleepy at this hour, but upon hearing noises, they looked toward the direction of South Grant and Nathan Foster.

Seeing shadows moving by the curtains, one guard winked and smiled at the other:

"The chief has peculiar tastes these days, not only liking young men, but the fight is fierce too."

They both watched the scene as if admiring the scenery, while the other touched his chin and said:

"No wonder the old chief arranged so many blind dates for the chief before, and he ignored them—turns out he likes this type."

They were unaware of South Grant’s true gender and assumed Nathan Foster had turned gay.

They watched as one person fell onto the bed and another climbed on top.

Both widened their eyes at the thrilling scene.

It seemed that the one below... was their chief!

Turns out the chief is a bottom!

Inside their room, Nathan Foster lay on the bed while South Grant straddled his waist, exerting all her strength to pin down Nathan Foster’s arms.

South Grant was panting while staring at Nathan Foster with fierce eyes.

Nathan Foster didn’t struggle, merely observing her straddling him.