Nathan Foster walked up to South Grant, reaching out to grasp South's wrist tightly. Despite South's struggle, Nathan held firm, his eyes fixed on Caleb Holt.
"Whether we continue or not is between the two of us. What's it to you?"
"Nathan Foster, let go!" South Grant shouted to stop him.
Then Nathan turned his head, cupping the back of South's head, and kissed him in front of Caleb.
When he lifted his head again, Nathan's eyes were filled with coldness as he glanced sideways at Caleb.
"You talk about worldly opinions, sorry, I am not afraid."
After speaking, Nathan pulled South out of the tent.
Caleb's hands clenched into fists, hanging tightly by his side.
Caleb wanted to rush over and pull South back, but what would happen if he did?
Could he really compete with that man?
Did he have that man's powers?
He didn't.
He was just a weakling who couldn't even protect the person he wanted to protect.
