Langston finished sending the message, happily put his phone away, teasing the girl by not calling him "Master" and quietly setting her up.
Now he's just waiting for Nathan Foster to storm over. If that photo wasn't enough to bring him over, then this message, with Nathan Foster's personality, will definitely make him rush here. If this girl doesn't stomp the keyboard to pieces tonight, it wouldn't fit Nathan Foster's temper.
Meanwhile, South Grant happened to sneeze, and Caleb Holt, sitting next to him, turned his head to ask:
"South, is the air conditioning too cold? Should we ask them to turn it down?"
"No need, maybe I'm just sensitive to some scent," South Grant waved his hand.
Rosalind Sutton lost several rounds in the game and had already downed a few big glasses. At this point, she was a bit tipsy, her cheeks slightly flushed. She laughed, pointing at Caleb Holt:
