Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster

Chapter 411: Chapter 410: If I Don’t Spoil My Woman, Who Will?

The four characters displayed on Nathan Foster’s computer were: foreknowledge.

She glanced at the content below, which described how in ancient times people would scorch tortoise shells and predict future fortune or misfortune by examining the cracks. Learning of events without divination was a way to describe foresight.

It also mentioned the source: Yuan Dynasty·Anonymous "Peach Blossom Girl Breaks the Spell to Marry Duke Zhou": "Boasting the yin and yang of divination like you; there remains a sense of foreknowledge."

There were also opposing views, claiming it was an ancient method using mysticism and superstition to deceive people.

It stated that there’s no real thing as foreknowledge, only deceptive tricks.

South Grant’s heart thumped, she didn’t know if this matter had anything to do with her, but the four characters for foreknowledge made her uneasy.

Did Nathan Foster sense something?

While South Grant was feeling uncertain and suspicious, she heard Nathan Foster’s deep, magnetic voice.

"Is everything done?"

South Grant snapped back to reality and saw that the computer displayed some military pictures and information, the word foreknowledge was completely gone.

"It’s done. Owen Hayes’ wife agreed with me, she will divorce him, but not now. She’s waiting to gather evidence of Owen transferring assets."

Nathan Foster nodded, South Grant was indeed efficient.

"How did you know Yvonne Walsh had a video of the villa audition?" Nathan Foster glanced at her calmly.

South Grant’s heart skipped a beat, she thought, here it comes.

South Grant reacted quickly, when Nathan Foster asked, she replied with a calm demeanor:

"At the time of the audition, several shareholders of the Grant Group were also in Owen Hayes’ villa. I overheard some rumors and thought, since it happened in Owen’s villa, his wife Yvonne Walsh might know."

The excuse South Grant came up with was reasonable, and Nathan Foster didn’t ask further.

"Go change clothes, let’s head back." He said lightly.

South Grant changed back into her clothes in the dressing room. On the way back, Nathan Foster remained silent, clearly preoccupied.

It seemed she had to be more cautious with her words and actions in the future.

Joy Clayton and Rhiannon Grant only got off the plane in the evening, the welcoming banquet would be held at night.

When South Grant was about to leave, she checked herself in the mirror up and down, her makeup was perfect, and the clothes were fine. Just as she was about to go out, Nathan Foster stopped her.

"This is Joy Clayton’s file, and this one is Rhiannon Grant’s, have a look on the way."

South Grant was taken aback.

In the afternoon, Nathan Foster had been on the phone with someone, urging them to send it over before 6 PM today. South Grant initially thought it was something urgent, but it turned out to be the files of Joy Clayton and Rhiannon Grant.

South Grant looked at Nathan Foster gratefully, he was so considerate!

"Uncle, you’re so good to me!"

"If I don’t cherish my own woman, who will." Nathan Foster cast her a faint glance, filling South Grant’s heart with warmth, then he added, "After all, she’s so foolish, not wanting to return her, I can only help her."

"..." South Grant felt a stab in her heart, then waved the file expressionlessly at Nathan Foster: "Goodbye."

As she was heading out, she heard Nathan Foster’s low laughter behind her.

The presence of Nathan Foster was a constant reminder of her shortcomings.

On the road, South Grant looked at the file Nathan Foster had given her.

The more she read, the more alarmed she became,