Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster

Chapter 536: Chapter 535: Caleb Holt Resembles Nathan Foster

"Yeah, but I haven’t interacted with him before, and I barely heard about this person in my past life, so I don’t know him well. I’ll check his background when I get back tonight."

Nathan Foster listened to South Grant’s words and replied with a smile:

"No need for that trouble."

"Then what should I do?" South Grant asked Nathan Foster, wanting to hear his clever solution.

"It’s simple, a fire safety failure. When the fire department comes for inspection, they’ll have to cooperate fully. Closing down is inevitable, but it’s uncertain for how many days."

South Grant was taken aback after hearing Nathan Foster’s plan, thinking that Nathan was quite cunning to come up with such a method.

"Let’s wait a bit. I’ll see if there’s another way first."

"Alright." Nathan Foster responded, fully allowing South Grant to take bold actions. Only this way could she become more responsible and more independent.

No one can protect another for a lifetime, so it’s best if South Grant has the ability to resolve issues on her own.

Nathan Foster drove them quickly to the place they had agreed to have dinner.

They thought they were early, but it turned out the other crew members were already there.

Only Rosalind Sutton hadn’t arrived yet. The room had been reserved beforehand, and a waiter led them to their private room.

Soon after, Rosalind Sutton arrived.

Perhaps because of Nathan Foster’s presence, everyone was a bit uptight, resulting in an awkward silence.

The key was Nathan Foster’s strong aura and his status, making everyone feel like they were soldiers waiting for a briefing.

Everyone obediently sat there, with none of the usual lively dinner atmosphere.

At this point, South Grant nudged Nathan Foster with her elbow and quietly said:

"Don’t be so serious. See, our crew members are so scared they look like quails, not daring to speak."

Nathan Foster glanced around and realized what South Grant said was true; this celebratory dinner didn’t have any celebratory ambiance.

He then raised his glass and addressed the crowd:

"Thank you all for looking after South during this time. You’ve worked hard. As you’re all South’s colleagues, I hope you can continue to cooperate well in the future."

"Yes, yes, Commander Foster is right."

"Of course, it’s our duty."

Most of the attendees said similar things, raising their glasses in flattery.

South Grant couldn’t help but rub her forehead.

It would have been better if he didn’t speak, turning it into a leadership speech, making the atmosphere even more tense.

After everyone put down their glasses, South Grant casually said:

"You don’t need to be nervous. There’s no commander or elder here today. Just treat him as my friend, feel free to speak your mind, no need to be reserved."

At first, everyone was still a bit uneasy, but later on, seeing that Nathan Foster wasn’t as stern as he seemed, they started to relax.

After a few rounds of drinks, the atmosphere gradually livened up, with only Caleb Holt silently sitting on the side.

But since Caleb was typically quiet, no one paid much attention.

Rosalind Sutton was sitting next to South Grant at this time, glancing at Nathan Foster, then at Caleb Holt, and then asked South Grant quietly:

"South, have you noticed any similarities between your uncle and Caleb Holt?"

South Grant was taken aback, then looked at the two of them, feeling unsure.

"Do they look alike?"

Maybe because she’s used to seeing Nathan Foster every day, South Grant couldn’t see the resemblance.

"There’s a bit of resemblance. If you cover the upper half of their faces with your hand, you can see the similarity in the lower half."