Escape is definitely not an option, and fighting won't work either.
"Uncle, can't we just call it off?"
"No." Nathan Foster didn't even think before rejecting her. "A promise is a promise."
"Then... can we at least delay it for a day?" South Grant took a step back.
"No."
Rejected again, ruthlessly.
At this point, South Grant switched from being passive to active, grabbing both sides of Nathan Foster's collar and giving a strong pull, ripping his shirt open, buttons popping to the ground.
"Come on, darling, it's time for you to witness some real skills."
As South Grant said this, she reached under him between his legs.
Nathan Foster: "..."
Luckily, Nathan Foster's hand was fast enough to grab her hand before it reached between his legs.
"What are you doing?" Nathan Foster was slightly bewildered, looking somewhat in disbelief at South Grant.
"Of course, it's to give you some compensation and show you a magic trick." South Grant spoke with a natural expression.
