South Grant looked at him standing up, attracting the attention of those nearby. At this moment, he pulled him down to sit and then said:
"Caleb, you’re way too polite, no need to call me Young Master South, just call me South."
"But he’s older than you," Jackson Zane pointed out.
It seemed to be true, although South Grant regarded Caleb Holt like a younger brother.
She was mentally older than Caleb Holt, but in actual age, she was a few years younger than him.
While she hesitated, Caleb Holt called out without a second thought: "South."
This "South" had nothing to do with age; it just signified South Grant’s status in Caleb Holt’s heart.
Just as South Grant stood up, Chester Lynch saw her from a distance and walked over to her.
"South, what are you doing here?" Then Chester Lynch saw Caleb Holt and Jackson Zane sitting next to South Grant, especially when he saw Jackson Zane, Chester Lynch couldn’t help but frown.
"South, is this man giving you trouble?"
South Grant noticed that last night’s grudge hadn’t disappeared, so she quickly reassured Chester Lynch, saying: "No worries, no worries, he’s one of my people now."
"Your person?" Chester Lynch seemed confused.
"I’ll explain later. What about you? Do you have company? If you’re alone, feel free to join us," South Grant said politely to Chester Lynch.
"Alright." Chester Lynch didn’t refuse and sat right next to South Grant. Then he called over his friends from another table to join them.
He couldn’t just leave South Grant alone. Her drinking with two men at a bar was quite unsettling.
As Chester Lynch sat, some acquaintances saw him and greeted him, saying:
"Chester, didn’t expect to see you here."
South Grant and Chester Lynch both couldn’t help but look up, and a familiar face came into their view.
This person was none other than Vivian Lockwood, whom they had seen last night at the entrance of The Argentum Club.
At the moment Vivian Lockwood appeared, South Grant immediately remembered something Chester Lynch had said.
In a uniform, she’s a warrior; out of uniform, she’s a socialite
You could say that was a high praise.
In the moment South Grant was dazed, Vivian Lockwood had already approached them.
She was wearing a white dress without any embellishments, yet her presence there exuded a unique aura.
It was South Grant’s first time seeing her up close, giving a different impression than when seen from afar.
Her hair was loosely done up, fastened with just a crystal hairpin.
Her white earlobes adorned with earrings that matched the hairpin. She wore only light makeup, standing there gracefully and elegantly.
South Grant found it hard to imagine how a person like her could remain calm doing surgery amid the chaos of a battlefield.
"Miss Lockwood, what a coincidence. When did you get to Aethelgard? Did you come with your family?"
Chester Lynch stood up and greeted Vivian Lockwood politely.
"I arrived the day before yesterday. When I have time, I’ll visit Grandfather Lynch," Vivian Lockwood smiled gracefully, "I met Commander Foster at a banquet yesterday, and during the conversation, this bar was mentioned as having a nice atmosphere, so I came with friends to check it out today."
At this moment, Vivian Lockwood glanced with a smile at South Grant and the other two. "Are these your friends?"