"Not afraid," Nathan Foster said lightly.
"So generous?" South Grant raised an eyebrow.
"The person is yours. Naturally, the money is at your disposal," Nathan Foster said with a smile.
"Haha, I'm not falling for your tricks! I'd rather believe in ghosts in this world than trust a man's sweet words," South Grant retorted.
Nathan Foster raised an eyebrow, "Really?"
"Really!"
The next moment, South Grant knew if it was true or not.
South Grant couldn't break free, being held tightly by him.
The whole process was very…
In short, both infuriating and frustrating.
Frustrating because this guy's skills seemed to be improving, infuriating because she wanted to take the lead, but was always under his control.
Seeing the situation heating up, South Grant grabbed the blanket and rolled to the side with force.
With a thud, she fell to the ground.
Which made Nathan Foster burst into laughter.
When Nathan Foster reached out to pull her up, South Grant bit the back of his hand.
