"You can have as much as you want, according to the highest standard of our company employees, yours is at least twice his."
Nathan Foster looked at her, then thought for a moment and said, "Forget it, it's not necessary."
"Free?" Would he be so generous?
"You are mine, and what's yours is mine too," Nathan Foster said with a smile.
Alright, South Grant was defeated by him once again. The two of them talked for a while about Caleb Holt, as South Grant had her own plans, Nathan Foster didn't ask further.
He couldn't plan everything for South Grant; he remembered what Vincent had said. He must make South Grant stronger, make her surpass that secondary personality.
South Grant tidied up the magazines and placed them on the coffee table beside the sofa. When she returned, she saw Nathan Foster staring at her at that moment.
There was confusion and bewilderment in his gaze, and South Grant didn't know why he had such an expression at this moment.
