Chapter 431 - 430: Don’t Tell Me That’s Your Period Blood?

Chapter 431: Chapter 430: Don’t Tell Me That’s Your Period Blood?

South Grant thought about Nathan Foster’s expression earlier, the more he thought about it, the more he felt it was probably a marriage certificate, the red seal and the 9.9 on it, what else could it be but a marriage certificate?

South Grant had lived two lives and had never seen what a marriage certificate looked like. She had never been married, so how could she know?

It turns out Nathan Foster was saying that as long as she married him, he would tell her all his secrets.

Dealing with a man who sweet-talks all the time is truly exhausting.

Because it takes her a long time to realize what’s going on.

If Nathan Foster had just said, "Be my wife, and I’ll tell you my secrets."

How simple would that have been? But he had to take such a roundabout way.

South Grant thought about her age and their identities.

She didn’t know how long it would be before they could go public. Getting a marriage certificate felt unreachable, which meant she wouldn’t know his secrets for now.

A sly Nathan Foster, she had thought he was sweet-talking her; who knew it was just an excuse to stall?

It’s impossible for now to find out his secrets. She had to deal with The Grant Family’s matters first.

Jackson Zane was keeping an eye on Miles Grant’s movements for him, and sure enough, at 10 a.m., Jackson Zane called him to say that Miles Grant’s assistant was selling a portion of stocks.

Because the amount was quite large, no one could swallow it whole.

South Grant wasn’t in a position to buy them, so Nathan Foster found someone abroad named Rossi to handle the transaction with Miles Grant’s assistant.

This time they sold 10% of the shares, at a price heavily suppressed by Rossi, and Miles Grant’s assistant said they would find a way to buy back those shares later, hoping Rossi wouldn’t mark up the price too outrageously.

Miles Grant was comfortable selling those stocks to Rossi because Rossi was known abroad for playing the stock market and was quite famous. However, they didn’t know about his close relationship with Nathan Foster.

Once this 10% of stock was in Rossi’s hands, it was immediately transferred to South Grant.

Now it was time for Langston Caldwell to step in, playing the role of a small-time journalist who digs up scandals and demands hush money.

This time, he made an outrageous demand all because of Zoe Jarvis’s will, upon which the life and death of Miles Grant and his son depended.

If that will were exposed, Zoe Jarvis’s family would come forward, accusing the father and son of being the murderers, and a few years in prison would be inevitable, and then the inheritance of Grant Group wouldn’t be theirs.

So, no matter the cost, they had to get their hands on that will, and now in the car heading to the agreed location.

Langston Caldwell sat in the front passenger seat, looking at the forged will by South Grant.

Zoe Jarvis wrote a blood letter, and when South Grant forged it, she found someone to mimic the handwriting and got a bag of plasma from Vincent’s hospital, thus giving birth to an identical blood letter.

Langston Caldwell sat in front, touching, scratching, and even smelled it.

"Apprentice, is this real or fake?"

"Real. If it were fake blood, it couldn’t fool Miles Grant and his son."

Langston Caldwell was curious, whose blood did South Grant use for such a long blood letter?

"Where did this blood come from?"

"Guess?"

This "Guess?" was so imaginative that Langston Caldwell couldn’t help but think in a direction beyond control.

Thinking about how he just touched and smelled that blood letter made his stomach churn with nausea.

"Could it be your menstrual blood?"

Nathan Foster: "..."

South Grant: "..."

Ivan Keller: "..."

In the car, out of four people, three were about to break down.

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