Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster

Chapter 368: Chapter 367: You’re Not Driving a Train, It’s Maglev

Here to apologize?

South Grant immediately guessed who it was.

Most likely, it was Fly.

South Grant was somewhat excited at this moment, really curious to see what Fly looked like after getting beat up by him.

Just then, Nathan Foster’s face darkened.

"Not seeing him."

After the guard turned around and left, leaving the two of them, the atmosphere fell into silence.

It’s most awkward when the air suddenly goes quiet.

South Grant could tell right away it was because of Chester Lynch.

South Grant lightly coughed to remind him:

"Grace, grace, be a man of depth and grace."

Got to figure out how to change Nathan Foster’s jealousy, or else being soaked in vinegar all day, eventually, he’ll turn into an old pickled cabbage.

Nathan Foster gave her a cold glance, "Having depth is your thing, what’s it got to do with me."

"???" South Grant looked at him bewildered, what does that mean?

When going to rinse her mouth after breakfast, South Grant raised her head and saw herself in the mirror, and suddenly it dawned on her.

Oh, come on!

What a damn depth!

Your mind is like a magnetic levitation train, not a regular one!

After breakfast, once everything was sorted, Nathan Foster personally drove, preparing to send South Grant over.

Just as they went out the military base’s gate, they saw two people standing at the entrance.

South Grant saw it was Chester Lynch and Fly, with his "arm wrapped in bandages, limping on crutches".

South Grant was extremely surprised when she saw it, was she really that violent? Actually beat Fly to this extent?

"Uncle, is this Fly here to fake an injury and extort me? Was I really that violent?"

Nathan Foster shot her a sideways glance, don’t you have any sense of whether you’re violent or not?

Nathan Foster didn’t expect they hadn’t left, and now seeing them, Nathan stopped the car out of "grace".

One thing that consoled Nathan Foster was that South Grant’s gaze at that moment was solely on Fly, without sparing a look for Chester Lynch.

South Grant opened the car door, got out, and came up to the two, giving Fly a once-over.

Pretending really well.

South Grant reached out to pat Fly’s shoulder, "No matter how well you pretend, it’s no use, let me tell you, don’t think you can extort me, I won’t admit it."

Fly was startled by her, seeing her raise her hand, he immediately stepped back, but with his legs inconvenient, he stumbled back, followed by a groan,

South Grant was stunned, looking at her hand.

This powerful?

Did she just knock him down without touching him?

"Hey, hey, hey, this is too unprofessional for a fake injury, at least wait for me to touch you before you fall."

At this moment, Fly was on the verge of tears.

Standing by the side, Chester Lynch looked at South Grant, his brows slightly furrowed.

The person now and the person from last night seemed completely different.

Last night’s cold-gazed her, trapping him against the wall in a deep, husky voice.

Is this goofball really the same person?

Nathan Foster also got out of the car at this time, saw Chester Lynch’s gaze, and casually stepped between him and South Grant.

Fly struggled to get up from the ground, looking at South Grant with a face full of reverence.

"Dad South, I wouldn’t dare fake an injury on you, today I’m really here to apologize. You gave a good beating yesterday, it was right, I was the one who didn’t recognize Dad South with my eyes, I realize my mistake, I’m here specifically to apologize today."

Didn’t recognize Dad South...

South Grant looked at his bruised and swollen appearance, wanting to tell him, you want me as a dad, but I don’t want you as a son.