Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster

Chapter 262 - 261: Is South Grant Falling Out of Favor?

South Grant would never know, although the secret door led to the outside world, the path inside was impossible to navigate without someone guiding you.

Inside were many branches, like a labyrinth; once entered, not to mention getting out, even returning would be difficult.

The reason Nathan Foster let her in earlier was because he knew South Grant had an extraordinary memory; even if she couldn’t get out, she’d certainly remember the way back.

After about half an hour, South Grant fell silent, the sounds suggesting she was asleep.

But Nathan Foster couldn’t fall asleep no matter what.

Vincent’s words replayed in his mind again and again; deep hypnosis as a treatment option was no longer considered by Nathan Foster.

But how to make her stronger than that second personality?

Is it having people she cares for, unfulfilled wishes that persist?

Is it like this?

Nathan Foster didn’t know how long he pondered; by this time, the sky outside was faintly bright.

He reached out to hold South Grant over; at this time, South Grant mumbled something unknown, her brows furrowed and lips pursed, as if complaining of discomfort in her sleep.

Nathan Foster looked at her like this, knowing this is truly her, recognizing her even in slumber as South Grant.

After that pre-dawn darkness, the sky brightened considerably.

Nathan Foster couldn’t sleep anymore; he had to get up and go to the military district, possibly the air conditioning was set a bit low, prompting South Grant to instinctively seek a warm place.

Without Nathan Foster holding her, she burrowed into Nathan Foster’s embrace.

As Nathan Foster attempted to get up, South Grant furrowed her brows, lifted her arm to press on his body, the intention obvious, not letting him go.

However, at that time, South Grant’s consciousness was unclear.

Looking at South Grant at this time, Nathan Foster gently said, "I need to get up."

"Sleep a little longer," South Grant muttered incoherently, still not fully awake.

Now Nathan Foster finally understood why stories from ancient times spoke of foolish rulers missing their morning court sessions.

Surely those rulers had someone by their side urging them to sleep a little longer, unable to refuse, longing to hold them a little more.

Nathan Foster looked at the time; today’s military district matters truly couldn’t be delayed, otherwise, he really wanted to hold her and sleep a while longer.

Nathan Foster moved her arm away, then sat up, glanced back at her, got dressed, and headed out.

Ivan Keller was already waiting at the door early, "Chief, I’ve already made yesterday’s person leave."

"Okay." Nathan Foster got in the car, and once inside, he spoke again, "Did you handle the task of finding people to investigate the Grant Group’s taxes?"

"It’s already done; before Miss Grant’s movie premieres, someone will go investigate Miles Grant." Ivan Keller knew Nathan Foster was secretly clearing paths for South Grant.

"No need anymore, let those people know, don’t bother with Grant Group’s matters, let them act as they please."

Upon hearing Nathan Foster’s words, Ivan Keller was greatly shocked.

No longer involved?

The covert tax investigation of Miles Grant was meant to help South Grant deal with him without her knowing.

Now Nathan Foster suddenly decided not to help; what did this mean?

Could it be South Grant was losing favor?

Or was last night’s service unsatisfactory?

Did this man find his desires unmet?

As Ivan Keller drove upfront, his mind swirled with growing uncertainties.

He had planned to latch onto South Grant, but now sensed signs of her losing favor.

Approaching the military district, Ivan Keller couldn’t suppress his curiosity, asking hesitantly:

"Chief, did Miss Grant upset you?"