After dinner, the old Butler Keller came to arrange a place for Fiona Grant to stay.

"Young Master Grant, you and Miss Grant will stay together, right next to the old chief’s room. This is also what the old chief intended."

Just as Butler Keller finished speaking, South Grant barely had time to be relieved when Nathan Foster said:

"Mr. Keller, no need to bother."

South Grant felt a jolt in his heart.

Whenever Foster opens his mouth, nothing good comes of it.

Sure enough, Foster continued:

"With the college entrance exams coming up, where’s the time for rest? South, you’ll come to my study later. Until the exam results are out, you’ll stay in the study."

South Grant’s face fell immediately. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Harold Foster knew about South Grant’s grades, and during this period, Fiona Grant had often talked about it in front of Harold Foster.

"Yeah, South, your uncle is right. Your mother was excellent in both character and academics, and your sister is the same now. If you don’t do well, it would be a disgrace to the Foster family name."

South Grant couldn’t help but roll his eyes inwardly, realizing that Fiona Grant hadn’t missed a chance to badmouth him in front of Harold Foster.

"Don’t worry, Grandpa. With your good genes, even if I took the exam blindfolded, I wouldn’t do poorly."

Old people love to hear flattery; isn’t it just sucking up?

Who can’t do that!

If I can handle Foster, dealing with others is no problem.

At this moment, Fiona Grant glanced at Nathan Foster and then at South Grant, seemingly lost in thought.

Nathan Foster looked at South Grant’s slick responses and suddenly remembered how she often appeared this way in front of him.

He knew well that she was this kind of slick talker and that nothing she said was genuine.

Yet somehow, despite knowing she wasn’t sincere, hearing her words still felt comforting.

Nathan Foster lost himself for a moment, then snapped back to attention and looked sternly at South Grant, saying:

"What are you standing there looking foolish for? Boasting like that — get to the study and start reviewing."

South Grant shrugged her shoulders.

If she doesn’t go, Nathan Foster will surely find another excuse to make her go.

Fiona Grant then smiled at Nathan Foster and said:

"Uncle, I’ll go with my brother. If there’s anything I don’t understand, I can ask you for guidance."

Nathan Foster just gave her a light look, "You’re excellent in both character and academics. I’m afraid I can’t teach you."

After saying this, Nathan Foster turned and left, heading to his study.

His study was separate from here, and Fiona Grant watched as South Grant followed Nathan Foster, biting her lower lip.

Once outside, South Grant tugged on Nathan Foster’s shirt sleeve.

"Hey, do you really not like Fiona Grant?"

"Am I supposed to like her?" Nathan Foster stopped and looked at South Grant with a gentle gaze.

"Uh..." South Grant was taken aback by the question.

Nathan Foster continued walking, and South Grant followed him, hearing Nathan Foster say ahead:

"Full of schemes, those eyes are ambitious. At such a young age, she already uses all sorts of tactics, stepping over anyone to climb up. When she’s more mature, she might stop at nothing."

South Grant was stunned hearing Nathan Foster’s words.

Nathan Foster’s insight is sharp!

He described Fiona Grant so accurately.

Having experienced what he did in a past life, South Grant knew what kind of person Fiona Grant was, so he wouldn’t be swayed by her in this life.

Yet, without ever having interacted with her, Nathan Foster already saw through her nature.

"Uncle, do you read faces or tell fortunes?"