Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster-Chapter 100 - 99: Foster, You Shameless Turtle

South Grant had no idea what was happening in the dark corners behind the scenes.

Nor did she know that a meticulously planned trap was waiting for her.

At this moment, a waiter placed a glass of wine in front of her, "Please enjoy."

When South Grant picked up the wine to drink, she smelled a scent different from that of alcohol. She furrowed her brow slightly, then pretended to take a sip while actually not consuming any.

She then put the glass down.

In her previous life, when she re-entered the entertainment circle disguised as a woman, she had experienced many such banquets.

At that time, a producer had slipped something unclean into her drink, which was not uncommon in the industry.

Luckily, Nathan Foster was present at the scene, so nothing happened to her.

Naturally, Nathan took her back and personally helped her counteract the effect of the substance.

That process... better left unmentioned.

She lost control, being a bit wild was understandable, forgivable.

But what was infuriating was that Nathan actually enjoyed it!

She remembered waking up the next day to find Nathan propped on his side, looking at her.

"The way you indulged last night was quite a taste, and you’ve improved, too. You should keep some of that medication on hand," he said.

This left South Grant in a cold sweat.

What a beast!

Doesn’t he know that sort of drug harms the body?

To think he would want to keep those drugs on hand for his own enjoyment!

South Grant knew he was capable of any beastly act, which left her jittery about whatever she ate for a while.

Later, in the morning, Nathan really did bring various, all sorts of, things to their bedroom’s nightstand.

With resolve, South Grant opened one of each type, studying their flavors.

Her memory was exceptional, and even the faintest, colorless and odorless scent she remembered to this day.

Fortunately, Nathan eventually forgot about those things and never used them again.

(Insert from Dandan: Foster’s deep love is misunderstood by South. An unusual lesson in how to protect yourself by identifying drugs — having the skill yourself is better than being constantly protected by others.)

At this point, South Grant recognized the scent and naturally wouldn’t drink it.

She held the glass and casually looked around the room.

At this moment, she noticed Melody Irving peering at her, and when South Grant’s gaze met hers, Melody quickly turned her head to hide her guilty conscience.

As Melody turned away, looking elsewhere, South Grant quickly swapped her glass with another nearby.

When Melody once again sneaked a glance at South, she found the glass seemingly empty.

Melody’s heart finally settled. She texted Hugo Lynch: "South drank it. What’s happening on Chester Lynch’s side?"

"He drank it too."

Seeing Chester Lynch had drunk it, Melody’s lips curled into a smile.

Soon everyone would witness a good show.

Would it be South Grant losing her dignity, or Chester Lynch? Melody was eagerly anticipating!

Dead sissy, even if you have a cannon, it’s decorative!

Later, let’s see how you moan pitifully under Chester Lynch!

South Grant watched as Melody walked away grinning, and her expression turned grim.

If you want to dig a pit for me, if I don’t bury you in it, I’m not South Grant!

South suddenly remembered that if it weren’t for Nathan Foster, she probably wouldn’t have the skills to identify these drugs.

She picked up her phone and sent Nathan a message.

"Uncle, I’ve got a little movie here, do you want to see boys with boys, or boys with girls?"

Soon, Nathan replied.

"Neither."

Seeing this word, South was taken aback and took a moment to react.

Oh, you dirty turtle!