South Grant’s mind was in a whirl, pondering that there were only two possibilities regarding this matter.

First, Susan Fisher was really sick and just rambling nonsense.

Second, Nathan Foster was definitely hiding something from her.

And this matter was related to his own mother, Stella Foster.

No one understands Nathan Foster better than South Grant does.

As long as Nathan Foster wants to keep a secret, he won’t leave any flaws for others to find.

Even if South Grant asks, Nathan won’t answer, instead destroying all the evidence.

And at times like this, South Grant has to pretend to know nothing so that Nathan will gradually let down his guard.

This is commonly known as playing dumb to catch the sly one.

But others catch a tiger, while he catches a dog, Foster.

South Grant scratched his head, then looked up at Nathan Foster and said:

"It seems like my IQ has really been lacking lately. Uncle, do you know what’s best to eat for boosting the brain?"

Nathan Foster gave her a disdainful glance.

"A loss."

South Grant: "..."

The ever-sarcastic Nathan Foster, coming down to earth to sass South Grant.

After South Grant was left speechless, upon thinking it over, Nathan Foster did have a point.

Indeed, taking a loss is the best brain booster, faster than anything else.

"Uncle, with how smart you are, you must have taken a lot of losses?"

"Not many, just once is enough."

After Nathan Foster finished speaking, South Grant chuckled.

"I know, after taking a loss, you must have drunk water."

Nathan Foster raised an eyebrow, looking at South Grant, not understanding what she meant.

South Grant guessed that this time he wouldn’t get it.

"What character do you get by adding three drops of water to the side of the character for loss?"

After asking, South Grant winked at him flirtatiously, then headed towards Harold Foster’s place, leaving Nathan Foster behind.

Nathan Foster was stunned, realizing that adding three drops of water to the character for loss spells out "污" (dirt).

After taking a loss, drinking water...

South Grant was indirectly calling him dirty.

Nathan Foster watched South Grant’s hasty retreat, knowing she was afraid he would settle the score with her, but could she really escape?

During dinner, South Grant had no verbal or eye contact with Nathan Foster.

Finally winning against him once, she couldn’t let him retaliate.

After dinner, Nathan Foster stayed in the living room chatting with Harold Foster, while South Grant used studying as an excuse to hurry back to the study.

She then closed all the doors and windows, so even if Nathan Foster wanted to enter, he couldn’t.

South Grant lay over her books doing some exercises, answered a few papers, checked the time, and decided it was bedtime, so she went to the bathroom.

After her shower, she came out to see the man lying on her bed.

He was in home attire, leaning against the headboard, holding a book in a scene of inexplicable serenity and harmony.

But South Grant knew that beneath this calm exterior was surely not a peaceful heart.

Today she had teased him, and she figured he wouldn’t rest easy unless he got back at her.

South Grant approached, and when she was near Nathan Foster, she asked with a friendly smile:

"Uncle, are you planning to sleep here tonight?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Why don’t you go back to your room?"

"Having nightmares, scared."

"..." South Grant listened to Nathan Foster’s completely serious nonsense, and felt the urge to strangle him.

Since she couldn’t chase him away, she figured, since he was here, she might as well discuss with him her plan to take actors into military training camp.

"Uncle, can we discuss something?"

Upon hearing this, Nathan Foster didn’t even lift an eyelid.