Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster

Chapter 392: Chapter 391: Take Me With You

The troublemaker was driven away by South Grant, and everyone originally wanted to continue asking about that previous matter, but when they turned around, they found that the journalist named Langston had disappeared.

They couldn’t find him anywhere, and by this time, the opening ceremony was also coming to an end, so there wasn’t much left to report on. Consequently, everyone just dispersed.

However, the incident of the nude audition at the villa exploded within this circle.

With the opening ceremony concluded, all the actors of the "Us" crew had to join the group the next day. At the end of that day, Rosalind Sutton thought about what South Grant had said to that journalist and felt delighted.

Because of this, Rosalind thought they should go out for a drink or two.

"South, are you free tonight? We start shooting tomorrow, let’s go out and relax a bit tonight," Rosalind suggested to South.

"Didn’t Sir Sutton set a curfew for you?" Rosalind’s family was very strict. When she wasn’t filming, she had to be home by nine in the evening. Even when shooting with the crew, her family arranged a guard to accompany her.

The idea of celebrating by going out with people from the crew was simply impossible for Rosalind.

Because when people from the circle saw the guard by Rosalind’s side, they felt pressured and couldn’t enjoy themselves.

South Grant, of course, wasn’t afraid. She was always around Nathan Foster, always accompanied by guards, so she was used to it.

She was just worried that Rosalind might get scolded by her family if she returned late.

"It’s okay, my grandpa knows I’m with you, he won’t worry."

South thought so too, thinking that dependable people like herself were indeed rare.

"Alright then, everyone together, Caleb, Jackson, let’s all go together later."

South Grant called out to Caleb Holt and Jackson Zane.

Upon hearing South call him, Jackson quickly waved his hand and said:

"No, no, I have something else tonight."

Oh my gosh, he really didn’t dare go out drinking with South Grant again.

Jackson recalled the last time South got drunk, and it was truly like ’not recognizing anyone.’

Even Caleb was punched, and she would beat everyone else up except for Chester Lynch.

This time Chester wasn’t here, nor was that cool and handsome man. No one could handle South Grant, so he resolutely decided not to go.

Drinking with others costs money, but drinking with South can cost your life.

Just then, South turned her gaze to Caleb Holt: "Caleb, how about you, are you going?"

Caleb looked down in thought, feeling he had to go to keep an eye on South and prevent her from drinking too much.

"I’ll go."

Jackson thought to himself, Caleb is a fool, the last beating wasn’t harsh enough; he needs another round to learn his lesson.

Langston Caldwell emerged from somewhere at this point, looking like he was trying to cozy up to them.

"Take me along, take me along. I know a dumpling shop that’s really good, let’s go there together. Dumplings with liquor, the more you eat, the better it gets."

At this moment, South shot him a glance, "Go by yourself."

Rosalind looked at Langston, suddenly remembering he was the journalist from before. It took her a moment to realize that he was with South Grant.

"South, did you arrange for this person? Is he your friend?" Rosalind asked.

"Sort of," South reluctantly admitted.

"Then let’s all go together," Rosalind said generously.

They went to the same bar as last time, where the environment was nice and where paparazzi couldn’t mingle in.