Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster

Chapter 397: Chapter 396: Pfft, Drama Queen

South Grant said nonchalantly at this moment, "My sweetheart is not as petty as you all. He knows he is the only one in my heart, and he has always been lenient with me. Because he understands, he trusts."

Langston Caldwell, listening on the side, almost spat out the dumplings he had for breakfast.

He’s seen shameless people before, but never someone this shameless.

What does "because he understands, he trusts" even mean?

It was clearly something he said deliberately for Nathan Foster to hear when he saw him coming.

And at this moment, Nathan Foster had already walked up to them.

When South Grant saw him, his eyes lit up involuntarily.

"Uncle, why are you here?" South Grant’s eyes were filled with surprise, a longing from not seeing him for ages, and a look of guilt and self-reproach.

The surprise was because he was now seeing Nathan Foster, and the longing was because they hadn’t seen each other for a long time.

The guilt and self-reproach were because he had promised to pick him up today, but couldn’t leave the set due to all the commotion.

Nathan Foster had initially been a bit angry, but her look at this moment eased most of it.

Langston Caldwell watched from the side and cursed in his heart: "Pah, drama queen."

No wonder she dared to act without any foundation; turns out she was born for it.

Looking at Nathan Foster’s expression, it was obvious he bought the act.

"Just happened to be passing by, came to pick you up," Nathan Foster said.

His voice was warm and gentle, and to others, he seemed like a compassionate elder, even though the two of them weren’t that far apart in age.

"Alright." South Grant didn’t dare to hesitate or refuse and immediately nodded in agreement.

As they went out, Langston Caldwell also shook off the Fly and followed them.

Nathan Foster drove the car, South Grant sat in the passenger seat, and Langston Caldwell sat alone in the back.

"Uncle, I was planning to pick you up today, but something happened at the startup ceremony, and I had to go to the press conference."

"It’s okay." Nathan Foster said gently.

South Grant secretly rejoiced, thinking it was lucky he saw Nathan Foster at the door; otherwise, he’d be dealing with family discipline again.

Langston Caldwell looked at the calm scene in front of him and couldn’t help but admire South Grant’s skill in smoothing things over.

Nathan Foster clearly came with thunderous anger, but with just a few words from South Grant, everything was peaceful again.

He figured it out; Nathan Foster is completely whipped.

"Lynn, South is a bit lacking in talent when it comes to martial arts. After a month of training, he’s only increased in agility without any breakthrough results."

As Nathan Foster listened to Langston Caldwell, he recalled how when South Grant’s other persona engaged with him, it was far more than just agility.

Her skills were excellent, far superior to an ordinary person.

Nathan Foster had sparred with her more than once; her skills seemed more like they were trained.

Therefore, when Langston Caldwell said she lacked talent, Nathan Foster was silent.

The same body can have such a big difference?

"No worries, there’s plenty of time in the future," Nathan Foster said calmly.

After listening to Nathan Foster, South Grant glanced at Langston Caldwell, "Uncle, why don’t you teach me instead? He’s unreliable."

Langston Caldwell was taken aback, "How am I unreliable? You’re just dumb and blame it on the teacher not teaching well!"

"It’s you who’s dumb! My uncle would definitely teach better than you!"

"You’re dumb!"

"You’re dumb!"

Nathan Foster watched them argue, rubbed his forehead with his hand, and understood why Langston Caldwell said South Grant had no talent.

One doesn’t consider himself a teacher, and the other doesn’t consider himself a student.

In such a situation, it’s no wonder they can’t teach a good student.