Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster

Chapter 311 - 310: My Woman’s Identity

Those who were initially skeptical now all believe this indisputable fact.

South Grant looked at Leo White’s Weibo post, frowned, and called Shawn Grant.

"Send me Leo White’s phone number."

"Are you going to ask if I told Leo White to post that Weibo?" Shawn Grant said smugly at this point.

"Is there water in your brain? At this moment, you let Leo White post such a Weibo. Do you know what this means for Caleb Holt?" South was so angry he wanted to hit someone.

"The team already announced that Caleb Holt’s qualification has been canceled. South, he’s done for. Even if we manage the PR, do you know how much money and effort it will take? It’s easier to just give up."

Shawn Grant is a bit shrewd; he calculated that even if they do manage the PR and wait for the heat to die down, then clean Caleb Holt’s image.

It would require a lot of money, time, and resources, and by that calculation, it doesn’t quite add up.

So he simply gave up, but because Leo White and Caleb Holt were involved together, he feared that after the attacks on Caleb Holt, Leo White would be next.

Therefore, he followed Leo White’s agent’s advice and had him post such a Weibo to at least save one person.

"Just give up, easy for you to say. Do you know what this means for Caleb Holt?" Then South Grant recalled advising Shawn Grant not to act rashly before leaving, and now he’s suddenly making Leo White do this, surely someone else suggested it.

"Who brought this up to you?"

"It was Leo White’s agent who came to me saying that both can’t be ruined, we can only save one, so he got Leo White to post that Weibo."

South Grant was so angry she didn’t want to talk to him anymore and hung up the phone, then slammed her phone onto the seat next to her.

They’re not afraid of god-like opponents, but pig-like teammates.

Not a bit of help, all they do is hold others back.

Just then South Grant’s phone rang, she picked it up and glanced at it, it was Nathan Foster calling.

South Grant answered and heard Nathan Foster’s pleasant, magnetic voice coming from the other end of the line.

"Did you eat lunch obediently?"

"Eat string!" More like filled with rage.

"Why eat string instead of good food? Saving money for me? Relax, we have a mine at home, eat away." Nathan Foster spoke earnestly.

"Pfft..." South Grant was amused by Nathan Foster’s serious nonsense, and her rage dissipated considerably.

"Angry at the people in the company who panic at the slightest trouble. Before anyone else stabs them, they stab their teammates first, truly a bunch of pigs!"

South Grant vented all her dissatisfaction in front of Nathan Foster.

She then heard Nathan Foster calmly say, "If the pigs don’t listen, the farmer must eat first, fill his belly, and then feed the pigs."

South Grant didn’t realize Nathan Foster had such a sense of humor; after being amused again, she asked him:

"How come you’re calling me now, not busy anymore?"

"No drinks tonight, want to come along?"

South Grant was taken aback; she had never attended a party with Nathan Foster.

"As your niece?" South Grant asked in confusion.

"As my woman."