South Grant at this moment sensed a burning gaze falling upon her.
She turned her head to look and saw the person standing at the entrance.
In that instant, South Grant’s gaze became deep and mysterious.
South Grant released Chester Lynch and walked towards Nathan Foster.
Nathan Foster similarly walked towards her.
In a sudden burst, before anyone could see clearly, South Grant was already exchanging blows with Nathan Foster.
The people here all recognized Nathan Foster and thought this young man must be crazy to actually start a fight with Nathan Foster!
Chester Lynch watched, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.
The onlookers, watching the fight between South Grant and Nathan Foster, found it dazzling.
Even those who didn’t understand martial arts could see that South Grant’s moves were much more vicious than before.
Almost every move targeted Nathan Foster’s vital points, making those unaware think that the two of them had some deep-seated grudge.
Watching the people lying on the ground, they couldn’t help but sweat for Nathan Foster.
At the moment when everyone was on edge, they saw Nathan Foster restrain South Grant’s arm, tear off his necktie, and bind her hands behind her back.
Before South Grant could lift her foot, Nathan Foster bent down, picked her up, and hoisted her onto his shoulder.
This series of actions took no more than a few seconds, as if pre-rehearsed, completed smoothly like flowing water.
Nathan Foster carrying her walked out, Chester Lynch ran over at this moment.
"Mr. Foster, what happened to South?"
Nathan Foster turned around to see Chester Lynch with a worried expression.
Nathan Foster remained as cold as ever, the scene he saw when he came in seemed etched in his mind.
"Stay away from her in the future!"
After saying this, Nathan Foster didn’t look at Chester Lynch again and turned to leave the bar.
South Grant was hanging upside down over Nathan Foster’s shoulder, her arms tied behind her back, unable to break free.
She bit hard into Nathan Foster’s back, refusing to let go.
Nathan Foster, in pain, slapped her hard on her butt.
Everyone around quietly lowered their heads.
These two clearly were intense, so why did they smell the scent of a dog food being fed?
South Grant was stuffed into the car’s backseat by Nathan Foster, who then followed inside.
The burning pain on his back made him wonder how badly he’d been bitten by South Grant.
Vincent, sitting in the front passenger seat, turned around to look at the two of them.
South Grant’s lips were blood-stained, her gaze cold and emotionless.
"Hi, we meet again." Vincent greeted the second persona of South Grant.
Soon, the car started moving, its destination being Vincent’s hospital.
Once Nathan Foster carried South Grant into the specially arranged medical room, Vincent, looking at South Grant tied to the bed, asked Nathan Foster:
"Lynn, I must perform deep hypnosis on her now, she’s becoming increasingly hard to control."
Vincent rarely looked so serious, Nathan Foster asked hoarsely:
"If you don’t, what will happen to her?"
Vincent knew that when Nathan Foster mentioned "her," he referred to the primary persona of South Grant.
"The strength of the secondary persona is evident to you, she isn’t shackled by the emotions of the primary persona, and her ability to awaken while the primary persona is conscious shows she can continuously control, suppress, or even obliterate the primary persona at any time. Moreover, there’s another possibility..."
Vincent paused at this point.
"What?" Nathan Foster asked with a frown.
ps: Stayed up writing too late, insomnia struck, so I wrote a Chapter.
Just now, unable to sleep, I flipped through the author’s backstage, seeing familiar nicknames and new darlings, looking at your votes, my heart feels warm.
Thank you, I’m not a diligent writer, but you are diligent sweethearts.
All achievements are accumulated from your votes, and this gratitude is indescribable.
In short, thank you all.
In the future, I count on you!