"You can have as much as you want, according to the highest standard of our company employees, yours is at least twice his."
Nathan Foster looked at her, then thought for a moment and said, "Forget it, it’s not necessary."
"Free?" Would he be so generous?
"You are mine, and what’s yours is mine too," Nathan Foster said with a smile.
Alright, South Grant was defeated by him once again. The two of them talked for a while about Caleb Holt, as South Grant had her own plans, Nathan Foster didn’t ask further.
He couldn’t plan everything for South Grant; he remembered what Vincent had said. He must make South Grant stronger, make her surpass that secondary personality.
South Grant tidied up the magazines and placed them on the coffee table beside the sofa. When she returned, she saw Nathan Foster staring at her at that moment.
There was confusion and bewilderment in his gaze, and South Grant didn’t know why he had such an expression at this moment.
"What are you looking at?" South Grant asked Nathan Foster.
When Nathan Foster heard South Grant ask, he stared into her eyes and voiced the confusion in his heart:
"I’m very curious, where did you learn your martial arts skills?"
South Grant’s skills weren’t great; she had the form but not the strength. If she went to act in movies, it would be good for staging fights but not for real combat.
South Grant, hearing Nathan Foster’s words, was taken aback, nearly forgetting about this.
Earlier when wrestling with Nathan Foster, she used the takedowns and escape moves he had taught her.
When Nathan Foster asked, South Grant, not knowing how to respond, casually said:
"I learned a few moves from a martial arts master."
South Grant thought about her childhood when Ian Grant had her and Fiona Grant learn martial arts for a while, saying it was good for girls to know some self-defense.
But later, after Ian Grant passed away, South Grant stopped practicing.
"Oh, what kind of master? Maybe I’ll meet him, might be someone I trained."
South Grant vaguely responded, "You’re not the only one in the world who knows martial arts."
"Right, I’m not the only one, but this set of takedowns and escapes, I figured out through real combat, and the moves you used just now are exactly the same as what I devised. It’s a bit puzzling since I don’t recall having any disciples. How did you learn it?"
Nathan Foster finished speaking and looked into South Grant’s eyes.
He saw that South Grant’s eyes were evasive. Clearly, she was hiding some secret from him.
"I don’t know how I learned it either, somehow I just did," South Grant didn’t want to discuss this topic and changed the subject: "After the Caleb Holt matter is settled, the male lead of my movie will definitely have to be replaced. By then, he’ll still need to be sent to the military to train for a while. Uncle, help me keep an eye out for a place."
Nathan Foster saw that South Grant didn’t want to bring it up again, so he didn’t continue to press her. Someday, he would make her reveal all her secrets.
"Haha, who are you planning to replace the male lead with?"
"Caleb Holt, I guess. He looks suitable, and after this incident, his popularity has skyrocketed. Using him as the male lead now is perfect. The entertainment industry is like that; you have to use all available resources."
Nathan Foster nodded, thinking along the same lines.
Over on Hugo Lynch’s side, when he learned that someone had recorded audio, he asked the manager, who said it was highly likely Ian Grant’s daughter.