Nathan Foster looked at South Grant, raising an eyebrow and said casually:
"I can tell fortunes."
"Then read my fortune." South Grant didn't believe him at all, saying this purely to tease him.
Maybe he's met too many people, able to see through people's hearts.
That's how he saw through Fiona Grant's true nature.
Nathan Foster then took South Grant's right hand, and under the courtyard light, looked at it with great seriousness.
"Looking at your palm..."
South Grant listened to Nathan Foster speaking so earnestly and suddenly thought of a joke, where a guy reads a girl's palm and then flirts.
Like, "You lack me in your life, take me home."
At this moment, South Grant interrupted him: "Don't say something like that; it's so cliché."
Nathan Foster, however, continued seriously: "According to your palm, there's nothing lacking, but according to your name, you..."
Nathan Foster paused here, seemingly to keep South Grant in suspense.
