South Grant listened to Caleb Holt’s "thank you" at this moment, filled with many emotions, and just knew this kid surely hadn’t slept all night.
"You’re welcome. From now on, you’re one of my people. Bullying you is bullying me," South Grant said casually.
Caleb Holt was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone, then said, "Okay."
At this moment, South Grant heard noises outside the door and knew Nathan Foster had returned from his morning exercise, so he said to Caleb Holt
"That’s it for now. I need to get up. We can talk face-to-face if there’s something else."
"Okay, Young Master South, you go ahead."
After hanging up the phone, South Grant saw Nathan Foster walk inside from outside.
Nathan Foster was wearing a camouflage uniform because of his morning exercise, and his shirt was soaked with sweat.
Even through the shirt, you could see his strong muscles, as if power was about to burst forth.
This temptation first thing in the morning, it’s lucky I have self-control, otherwise, if it were any other woman, they would’ve devoured him completely by now.
"Who were you talking to just now?" Nathan Foster asked South Grant as he walked in, removing his shirt.
"Caleb Holt, he’s been cleared of his false accusations, and he called to thank me," South Grant replied, not forgetting to admire the "scenery" before him.
After taking off his shirt, Nathan Foster looked at South Grant, who was sitting on the bed with messy hair, gazing lecherously at his physique.
Nathan Foster generously walked over and leaned down to look at her.
"If I ever hear you telling another man ’you’re one of my people’ again, South Grant, you know what the consequences are." Nathan Foster’s eyes narrowed slightly, with what seemed like a dangerous light flickering within them.
"I... What did I say?" South Grant was a bit baffled. Early in the morning, she hadn’t even seen a single man.
Soon after, South Grant realized that she had said "you’re one of my people" to Caleb Holt on the phone earlier.
South Grant then started to explain to Nathan Foster:
"That’s not what I meant. I meant that from now on, Caleb Holt is one of my subordinates. Just like your soldiers are yours. Caleb Holt is my soldier. That’s what I meant."
Nathan Foster’s face, however, remained cold, and he continued to speak with a stern expression:
"No matter what it means, you are not allowed to say that to anyone in the future."
Only then did South Grant realize that he was jealous.
The king of jealousy!
"What are you afraid of? In their eyes, I’m a guy!" South Grant emphasized.
Nathan Foster gave her a cold sideways glance, "You look like a guy to them, but I’m afraid he might be bent."
South Grant: "..."
In the end, South Grant came to the conclusion that no matter if it’s a man, woman, old or young, there’s no one Nathan Foster can’t get jealous over.
After he finished showering, breakfast was served as well.
South Grant looked at the unappetizing porridge on the table with a bitter expression, staring at Nathan Foster.
"Uncle, can we skip the porridge today?" South Grant, still in pajamas, looked down at her small chest, which had noticeably grown a lot recently. Wearing a chest binder all day was very uncomfortable.
Nathan Foster put down his chopsticks and looked at South Grant.
"The doctor said there are two methods to facilitate your second puberty. One is through diet." Nathan Foster said.
"I choose the second!" South Grant said eagerly, willing to do anything as long as she didn’t have to eat that disgusting porridge.
Nathan Foster’s eyes sparkled with amusement, "The second method is through male massage techniques, saying male hormones can effectively stimulate its growth and development."
South Grant: "..."