Due to a limited budget, we can’t hire other artists, so we have to use our own company’s artists.

At least it’s cheap!

And if the movie becomes a hit, we can make our own artists famous along with it, which is a practical approach.

South Grant finished reading these documents, stood up, stretched lazily, and noticed it was already dark outside.

As she walked out of the study, the guard standing outside said to South Grant:

"The old chief just sent someone over to ask Young Master Grant to have dinner."

"Alright."

South Grant headed towards the courtyard where Harold Foster was and encountered Nathan Foster’s mother, Susan Fisher, midway.

South Grant courteously and politely called out, "Grandma."

Susan Fisher stopped, looked at South Grant suspiciously, and asked:

"Stella, why did you cut your hair short? Is it for a mission?"

South Grant was puzzled. What mission was Susan Fisher talking about?

Moreover, she called her by her mother’s name, clearly mistaking her for her mother. But what task was she referring to?

"Mission? What mission?" South Grant raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Just the mission," Susan Fisher said, wide-eyed and bewildered. "Aren’t you silly, asking me about the mission you undertook."

Listening to Susan Fisher, South Grant realized something.

That is, a fool always calls others fools.

"Then let me quiz you, do you know what kind of missions I usually take on?" South Grant tried to probe Susan Fisher.

"With guns, bang bang bang..." Susan Fisher mimicked firing a gun, shaping her fingers into a gun gesture with her thumb and index finger.

Listening to her, South Grant was more confused. Was she talking about her mother?

It felt like she was talking about someone else.

Just then, Nathan Foster walked over from outside, came up to South Grant and Susan Fisher, and spoke urgently and in a low voice:

"What are you talking about?"

"Nathan, your sister forgot what mission she took this time and will definitely be reprimanded by your father when she returns. Your father favors you the most, you should plead for her." Susan Fisher said.

Nathan Foster furrowed his brows deeply, glancing at Mrs. Warren who followed behind Susan Fisher.

"Make sure to keep an eye on Madam from now on, don’t let her wander around, it’s not good for her recovery."

Mrs. Warren responded anxiously and then tried to lead Susan Fisher away.

"Who said I’m sick, I’m not sick at all." Susan Fisher mumbled a couple of sentences before being taken away by Mrs. Warren.

South Grant remembered Nathan Foster’s hurried expression when he approached earlier.

What was he in a hurry for? What was he afraid of? Was he afraid of Susan Fisher talking to him?

"Uncle, is there something you’re hiding from me?" South Grant asked Nathan Foster.

Nathan Foster glanced at South Grant nonchalantly.

"There are plenty of things hidden from you, which one are you asking about?"

South Grant: "..."

Why does Foster always go off-script?

Every time, leaving her speechless!

"Earlier, your mom mentioned something about my mom taking on a mission. I want to know what’s going on." South Grant asked directly.

"She’s a mental patient; her mind has issues. I think you’re not far off, believing her words."

South Grant looked at Nathan Foster, whose face showed no cracks, and she was unsure again.

Is she really overthinking it? Is Susan Fisher just a patient whose words are unreliable?