Nathan Foster looked at the young person outside the car window. She wore a light blue plaid shirt, her collar unbuttoned, revealing a fair, smooth neck and an elegant, sexy collarbone.
Her hair was as shiny as black jade. Her eyelashes were even longer than a girl's, with narrow, elongated eyes, and there was an indescribable elegance and nobility with just a raise of the eyebrow.
This was an aura, unrelated to her attire or surroundings.
Such a simple outfit, with no extra decoration, sleeves rolled loosely,,却 had an inexpressible sexiness.
As if she were a prince at a banquet, casually tossing aside a tuxedo, ready to waltz with a princess at any moment.
Nathan Foster's gaze was like a knife, wanting to peel her layer by layer.
He had never been wrong. The difference between genders was so obvious.
But, if she were a woman, how could she undress so casually in front of a stranger?
Nathan Foster opened the car door, stepped down, and cast a sidelong glance at her.
"Need something?"
"Need a favor."
Nathan Foster slightly raised an eyebrow as if to say, why should I help you.
Having followed him for ten years in their past life, South Grant knew every move of his like the back of her hand.
To put it aptly, it's like the moment Nathan Foster undresses, she knows whether he wants to be on top or bottom.
Now, with a mere eyebrow raise, South Grant naturally knew what he was thinking.
She took a step forward, drew closer to Nathan Foster, and blinked her left eye, whispering:
"For the sake of us almost seeing each other's 'things,' let me in."
As soon as South Grant finished speaking, Nathan Foster's face darkened, staring at her with deep-set eyes.
South Grant shrugged, intending to say it was just a joke, not to take it seriously, when Nathan Foster glanced at her.
"Come in then."
South Grant's eyes widened in disbelief, not expecting Nathan Foster to actually agree.
There was a reason behind her joking with Nathan Foster; she needed to approach him, but considering his past life's danger level, South Grant had to tread carefully.
The only way was to create the impression before him that she had a questionable sexual orientation, knowing full well that Nathan Foster was straight, as straight as could be!
Unexpectedly, Nathan Foster let her in.
This greatly surprised South Grant.
Not just South Grant was surprised, but also the father-daughter duo of the Grant Family, who saw South Grant following Nathan Foster inside, nearly dropped their jaws in shock.
They didn't recognize Nathan Foster, watching as he made his way through without even showing an invitation.
Felicity Grant didn't know who this man was, but his imposing, upright figure and majestic gait left a deep impression of nobility.
Only after that figure disappeared from view did Felicity Grant turn to a nearby security guard and ask:
"Who is he, how come he can get in without an invitation?"
The security guard looked at Felicity Grant, as if viewing a country bumpkin, with an expression full of disdain.
"That's Commander Foster from the First Military District of Aethelgard."
The tone was derogatory, as if mocking her for not recognizing Nathan Foster.
"Oh, he is Commander Foster?"
Felicity Grant was excited to see the legendary figure for the first time.
"Yes, Old Commander Foster was great friends with our old patriarch when they were young, and every year for his birthday, Commander Foster would come in person."
The security guard spoke with evident pride.
Felicity Grant looked in the direction Nathan Foster had left, her heart filled with curiosity.
How could someone like Nathan Foster be associated with South Grant?