Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster

Chapter 567: Chapter 566: Uncle, I Was Wrong

Nathan Foster came in and reached out to pull her up.

"What are you doing? Let me lie down for a bit." South Grant didn’t get up.

Nathan Foster saw that she wouldn’t get up and directly leaned over, propping himself up with his arms over her, looking down at her and asking:

"Come on, what did you do today?"

South Grant was taken aback, what could she have done?

"Just studying, eating, studying, and going home from school. That’s it."

"That’s it?" Nathan Foster looked at her.

South Grant paused, then thought of something, and said, "Oh right, I also went to the hospital at noon to see Sana Young’s father. I ran into the Young Corporation’s board of directors causing a commotion at the hospital."

Nathan Foster squinted at South Grant, "What else?"

"What else? And I scared away that group of old geezers. It was just too much, taking advantage of someone’s misfortune." South Grant’s face was filled with anger.

Nathan Foster saw she was being evasive, and at this point, he grabbed her wrists with one hand, lifting them above her head, and then slipped his other hand into South Grant’s armpit, just grabbing it made her wriggle from the tickling.

"Hahahaha... Nathan Foster, are you asking to die..."

"Hahaha... Nathan Foster, let me go..."

"Ahahaha... Uncle... dear uncle, I was wrong, spare me..."

Nathan Foster stopped, released her wrists, looked at her, waiting for her to confess.

"What did you do wrong?"

South Grant was laughing so much she was in tears, and as she reached up to wipe her eyes, Nathan Foster pinned her wrists to her sides.

South Grant now had an aggrieved expression, "Uncle, I really don’t know what I did wrong."

After she finished speaking, Nathan Foster pretended to tickle her again, and South Grant, scared, clung tightly to Nathan Foster.

Like an octopus, with both hands and feet wrapped around him, holding on tight.

"Stop tickling, I’m afraid."

Nathan Foster paused, her plea like a little kitten made a warm tingling sensation in a certain spot in his heart.

South Grant seeing Nathan Foster not speaking, raised her head from his shoulder, glanced at him, and asked, "Uncle, why don’t you give me a hint?"

"At the hospital, did you tell those shareholders that Sana Young is your girlfriend?"

South Grant finally understood what was going on and asked Nathan Foster in surprise:

"Uncle, who did you hear that from?"

South Grant knew those board members wouldn’t have the time to gossip about these things, and Nathan Foster didn’t know anyone, so of course, he wouldn’t know these things from them.

"Dodo and Didi went to see Ivan Keller this afternoon. The two of them had something to hide, and Ivan Keller could tell at a glance they were hiding something and asked them about it."

"Those two traitors!" South Grant muttered softly.

Nathan Foster glanced at her, "Don’t forget, they are my men."

"Now they’re under my watch!" South Grant was unconvinced.

"Are they supposed to just watch you cuckold me and not say anything?"

South Grant widened her eyes and said, "Who’s cuckolding you? It was Sana who said it, not me."

"You didn’t deny it." Nathan Foster said blandly.

South Grant: "..."

"Not denying means admitting!" Nathan Foster said dangerously.

"..." South Grant had nothing to say to this jealousy-pickle jar!

But by not speaking, it seemed like this jealous jar got angry.

At this moment, South Grant cleared her throat lightly and then said:

"Uncle, Sana Young knows I’m a girl now. Last time when she saw her fiancé getting along with Rhiannon Grant again, she cried, and when I comforted her, she discovered my identity. I’m a girl, and she’s also a girl, so even if she says I’m her boyfriend, it doesn’t matter. It’s just to comfort her father. Her father has cancer and doesn’t have much time left."