In her past life, whenever she came, she would always use Nathan’s card, and she was also under Nathan Foster’s surveillance.
South Grant still remembered his card number, so when she came over, she directly reported Nathan Foster’s card number.
However, the bartender, upon hearing Nathan Foster’s card number, couldn’t help but give South Grant a once-over.
"May I ask what your relationship with Mr. Foster is?"
"He’s my uncle."
After South Grant finished speaking, the bartender politely smiled and said, "Please wait a moment."
He then left the counter and went inside.
About two minutes later, South Grant’s phone rang, and when he took out his phone, he saw it was Nathan Foster calling. He wondered why he was calling at this time.
"Hello, Uncle, what’s up?"
"Did you go out drinking?"
"Ah?" How did he know so quickly?
Then South Grant glanced behind the counter; perhaps the staff here had informed Nathan Foster.
"Yes, I’m just having a couple of drinks with colleagues, but I was worried about paparazzi, so I came here. I’ll be heading back shortly."
After South Grant finished speaking, Nathan Foster was silent for a while on the other end of the line.
"Hello, Uncle, are you angry?" South Grant thought he might be angry since he wasn’t speaking.
Nathan Foster then said, "I’m not angry. Just don’t drink too much, stay safe, and come back early."
Listening to Nathan Foster’s instructions, South Grant felt a bit puzzled.
He wasn’t angry, which was really rare.
He quickly nodded and spoke into the phone, "Okay, okay, I promise to come back early, won’t get drunk, and won’t cause any trouble."
After hanging up the phone, Nathan Foster stared blankly at his mobile phone.
How did South Grant know his card number?
It seemed he had never mentioned it, and South Grant had never had contact with it.
Nathan Foster’s doubts grew larger, and he thought of the moves South Grant used when they sparred before.
All of this was proving that South Grant had some connection with him before.
But Nathan Foster had no memory of it, plus that other persona’s hatred towards him. Nathan Foster picked up the phone and called Vincent.
"Hello, Vincent, I’ve made a new discovery."
Vincent, who now considered South Grant a prime research subject, hastily said, "Go ahead."
...
Back at the bar.
The bartender had returned, and now, with an even more radiant smile, said to South Grant, "Young Master Grant, please come in."
South Grant knew this meant the verification had been successful.
After Jackson Zane went in, he looked at the surroundings and the bar’s layout, and couldn’t help but silently click his tongue.
My goodness, he thought he had seen enough of the world, living in villas, driving luxury cars, and associating with elite people, but he didn’t expect such a small bar could be this luxurious.
This kind of luxury wasn’t ostentatious but extremely tasteful, with any small item here worth a fortune if taken out.
He truly didn’t understand the world of the rich.
He had never even heard of a place like this before, no wonder South Grant assured him that no one could secretly take photos here; how could paparazzi sneak in?
They had just sat down when a waiter brought over two bottles of Domaine de la Romanée-Conti.
After the waiter left, Caleb Holt poured himself a glass, then poured one for South Grant.
Handing it to South Grant, he stood up and said, "Young Master South, without you, there would be no Caleb Holt today. I toast to you with this glass. From now on, whatever you need, I’m at your service, no matter what."
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