South Grant listened to Nathan Foster's response and couldn't help but swallow.
The tone wasn't great, it didn't seem like a pleasant memory.
Suddenly, a lightbulb went off.
South Grant thought of a possibility.
Chester Lynch was drugged yesterday, Foster came to the rescue, and now Foster is here, looking frustrated, saying he got bitten by a dog.
Could it be…
Chester Lynch gave his first time to Foster?
South Grant's imagination was too vivid; images of Chester Lynch and Foster immediately flooded his mind…
Ahem, the picture was slightly pixelated.
Seeing Foster's frustrated expression, could it be that he suffered the loss last night?
If that's the case, he sacrificed too much to save me!
Nathan Foster looked at South Grant, who was deep in thought, sitting on the sofa with his arm casually draped behind him.
"Tell me, what happened last night."
