"Gigolo..." Nathan Foster raised an eyebrow, a dangerous glint in his deep-set eyes. "You seem to know quite a lot. Do you even know what a gigolo looks like? Talking so big."
Nathan now understood South Grant a bit more; she talked a big game, but when it came to action, she was just a paper tiger.
South Grant felt disparaged by Nathan Foster and raised an eyebrow, saying:
"Never eaten pork, but I've seen pigs run, right? Gigolos are just like you guys—two arms, three legs, keep clients happy, and it's all about the mouth~"
Nathan Foster: "..."
Seeing Nathan Foster speechless, South Grant felt absolutely delighted inside.
At this moment, South Grant didn't mind adding fuel to the fire. She opened her mouth slightly, then put her hand on Nathan's shoulder, purposely throwing him a flirtatious wink.
"With your looks, you'd be the top gigolo. Thinking of it this way, even if this place isn't too formal, I wouldn't feel shortchanged. Come on, let's continue~"
