"Gigolo..." Nathan Foster raised an eyebrow, a dangerous glint in his deep-set eyes. "You seem to know quite a lot. Do you even know what a gigolo looks like? Talking so big."
Nathan now understood South Grant a bit more; she talked a big ga, but when it ca to action, she was just a paper tiger.
South Grant felt disparaged by Nathan Foster and raised an eyebrow, saying:
"Never eaten pork, but I’ve seen pigs run, right? Gigolos are just like you guys—two arms, three legs, keep clients happy, and it’s all about the mouth~"
Nathan Foster: "..."
Seeing Nathan Foster speechless, South Grant felt absolutely delighted inside.
At this mont, South Grant didn’t mind adding fuel to the fire. She opened her mouth slightly, then put her hand on Nathan’s shoulder, purposely throwing him a flirtatious wink.
"With your looks, you’d be the top gigolo. Thinking of it this way, even if this place isn’t too formal, I wouldn’t feel shortchanged. Co on, let’s continue~"
As South Grant spoke, her voice twirled at the end, as if she was intentionally tugging at Nathan Foster’s heartstrings.
How could Nathan Foster possibly continue in such a situation?
He saw South Grant close her eyes, her lips slightly pursed, waiting for his kiss.
In his mind, he couldn’t help but recall South Grant’s earlier words: "Two arms, three legs, keep clients happy, it’s all about the mouth~"
It’s all about the mouth...
Nathan Foster shuddered slightly, then got up from South Grant, who now opened one eye to see Nathan had already moved away, involuntarily letting a slight smile curl her lips.
You little rascal, trying to fight , I’ll gross you out!
Lived with you in my past life for ten years, I can still figure out so of your quirks.
Trying to devour whole, it’s not that easy!
South Grant sat up straight, resting an arm on Nathan Foster’s shoulder.
"Why’d you stop?"
"Weren’t you waiting for the right timing and setting? Just wait," Nathan Foster gave her a sidelong glance, naturally noticing the smug look in her eyes.
"Fine, I’ll wait."
Hmph, even when you’re ready for your grave, I won’t let you have a bite!
At this point, Henry Grant and Rosalind Sutton had almost wrapped up discussing the script. Henry Grant clapped his hands, and then hotel staff filed in one after another.
Following behind was a famous violinist from the country, who had just won a dostic award. He bowed in front of Henry Grant and Rosalind Sutton, then stood aside, playing elegant music.
Watching this scene, South Grant couldn’t help but critique:
"This kid’s quite romantic, too bad Rosalind Sutton won’t play along."
"How can you be sure Rosalind Sutton won’t be won over by Henry Grant’s romantic gestures?"
"Do you know why people often call things between n and won romantic?" South Grant turned to Nathan Foster.
Nathan Foster didn’t speak, but had a look of attentively listening.
South Grant crooked a finger, then with a mischievous grin, told Nathan Foster:
"So-called romance is just a woman being more playful and a man being slow. Look at the scene, would Rosalind Sutton play along with Henry Grant?"
Nathan Foster: "..."
Seeing Nathan Foster speechless again, South Grant clutched her belly and laughed heartily.
Oh, Foster, you like driving fast, huh?
Let show you South from ho, and the speed of this ride!
Who isn’t an experienced driver~
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