South Grant listened to Vivian Lockwood talk on the side, especially when she mentioned the nice atmosphere of this bar while chatting with Commander Foster.
Why is Nathan Foster so free? Is it because he has too much time on his hands?
Does he have nothing better to do than chat with Vivian Lockwood about bars? Is he planning to invite her for a drink or something?
Chester Lynch had no idea what South Grant was feeling at the moment.
Listening to Vivian Lockwood’s questions, Chester Lynch introduced South Grant.
"This is South, Mr. Foster’s... nephew, and these two are South’s friends."
Vivian Lockwood was quite surprised after hearing it was South Grant, and her smile became even more sincere.
"So it’s South. I heard your uncle mention you yesterday. I’ve seen your photos on Weibo, the ones where you were out shopping with Sutton and got caught by reporters. You look even more handsome in person than in the photos."
Vivian Lockwood attempted to close the gap between them.
South Grant pretended not to know her and asked Chester Lynch, puzzled:
"Chester, this is..."
Chester Lynch had mentioned Vivian Lockwood to South Grant yesterday. Although he didn’t know why South was pretending not to know Vivian, he went along with the introduction:
"Miss Lockwood is the granddaughter of Old Chief Lockwood, who was Mr. Foster’s mentor back in the day. She just arrived in Aethelgard a few days ago."
"Oh, so she’s the Lockwood Family’s heiress."
"Please, call me Vivian, South." Vivian Lockwood smiled, then looked at their table and asked Chester Lynch: "Since we all happened to meet like this, why don’t we join tables?"
This place was, after all, where South Grant was drinking with friends, so Chester Lynch didn’t make the decision and looked over at South.
South Grant was tempted to just decline.
But thinking about Chester Lynch being caught in the middle, he dropped it. After all, it’s just sitting together, drinking, and chatting.
If he didn’t want to talk, he could just say less.
Eventually, the three tables were combined into one, and Vivian Lockwood’s other two friends came over and sat on this side.
The rich kids at Chester Lynch’s table also came over. They were all in the same circle, not familiar with each other but recognized one another.
Now that they sat together, even unfamiliar faces became familiar after a few drinks, and chatting became much freer.
However, originally seated here, three people - South Grant, Jackson Zane, and Caleb Holt - barely talked.
The young crowd easily got into the groove together, and soon they started playing drinking games.
Drinking games come in all sorts, trending in and out, but Truth or Dare is an evergreen classic.
Not sure who suggested it, but they started playing anyway.
At this large table, some didn’t even know each other’s names, but they just went with it.
South Grant initially just wanted a simple celebration with Caleb Holt and Jackson Zane, but unexpectedly, it turned into this big gathering.
Feeling bored, South Grant flipped through his phone when Nathan Foster sent him a WeChat message.
Thinking about how Vivian mentioned last night’s party and chatting with Nathan Foster for a long time, he felt irked and didn’t want to engage with him.
Nathan Foster: "Don’t stay out too late, come home early."
South Grant: "Oh."
Nathan Foster: "We start training in the morning, can’t go to bed too late."
South Grant: "Oh."
Nathan Foster: "Still at the bar?"
South Grant: "Oh."
South Grant held his phone, and no matter what Nathan Foster sent, he just replied with "Oh."
Nathan Foster paused for a moment and then sent another message:
"Breaking ’oh’ down into ’mouth’ and ’I’, have you fallen for this word tonight, or are you trying to hint something with it?"
South Grant looked at this message, stunned for a moment before reacting.
mouth I...
ps: Fell asleep while writing, it’s 3 a.m. I’ll continue in the morning.
Darlings, don’t forget to vote, it’s up to you for Uncle and South to smoothly ride the train to success afterwards~