Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster-Chapter 88 - 87: Dirty Beyond Limits
Later, Nathan Foster insisted, so South Grant could only follow and run two laps. It was only on the second lap that she belatedly realized what Nathan Foster meant earlier!
Oh crap! ππ«πππ¨ππ―ππ πππ.ππΌπ
Youβve taken it to the skies with your dirty mind!
At this moment, Nathan Foster was also running, having long since left South Grant far behind.
When South Grant truly couldnβt run any longer, she sat beside the track, watching Nathan Foster and the soldiers running.
These young, energetic soldiers were all shirtless, wearing only camo pants while they ran.
The sun-kissed honey-colored skin looked particularly appealing in the morning light.
Their robust muscles, solid arms, and agile figures formed the most beautiful scenery in the morning light.
South Grant sat on the side, leisurely admiring the view.
When Nathan Foster ran over, he saw South Grantβs gaze following that group of soldiers.
Nathan Foster called their captain over and said something to him in a low voice. Then, the captain ran over to the soldiers and said something severe.
Immediately, the soldiers picked up the camouflage clothes placed beside them and put them on.
Watching this scene unfold, South Grant realized what Nathan Foster had said to the captain.
In her mind, she was cursing, thinking Nathan Foster was depriving her of her right to admire handsome men!
Nathan Foster walked over to South Grant, looking down at her from above.
"Had enough eye candy?"
"Youβre really stingy. Just looking at your soldiers wonβt harm you." South Grant teased Nathan Foster.
With their morning run over, the soldiers lined up neatly and ran back.
South Grant pointed to the soldier at the back:
"I noticed him earlier. Heβs got the best physique among them. Those sexy abs, that V-taper, his muscles just scream power. Whatβs his name? Iβll add him on WeChat later, and when heβs out of the army, Iβll sign him up for the entertainment industry. With his rugged look, heβd definitely gain a fan base."
South Grant remembered that in a few years, rugged masculinity would be all the rage in the entertainment industry.
"I trained them all myself; do you think you can snatch them from me?" Nathan Foster looked at South Grant as if she was delusional.
She had such big eyes, yet she couldnβt see whatβs right in front of her.
What did she mean by the best physique?
The best one she didnβt even notice!
When South Grant heard that Nathan Foster had trained them himself, she knew she had no hope. She sighed and shook her head, saying,
"Thatβs really unfortunate. But even more unfortunate is that I canβt sign you up. If I could, your face alone would be enough without considering your physique." South Grant sincerely evaluated.
Little did South Grant know that her words unknowingly extinguished the spark of anger that had just flared up in someone.
Nathan Fosterβs tone was rather calm as he said,
"Donβt even think about adding them on WeChat. Itβs a closed-off environment here, no phones allowed in the military."
"Then how do they send messages or get in touch?"
"They yell."
"..." South Grant was speechless at Nathan Fosterβs simple yet fitting answer, "It seems pretty tough to serve under you, relying on shouting to relay messages and probably hand signals to deal with insomnia at night."
Nathan Foster: "..."
