Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster

Chapter 308 - 307: I Won’t Give Up on Anyone

At this moment, a vein popped on Caleb Holt’s forehead. South Grant couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, thinking, does he intend to get physical with me?

As South Grant contemplated, Caleb Holt turned around, took a large bag from the shoe cabinet by the entrance, and then proceeded to fill it with all the trash in the room.

He worked quickly, tidying up and cleaning, and in 20 minutes, he transformed the room completely.

It was totally different from the junkyard-like state it was in when they first entered.

South Grant watched as Caleb Holt cleaned up the now pristine room, surveying it all around.

"Not bad, not bad."

South Grant said with a smile on his lips, while Caleb Holt’s expression was not pleasant.

However, Caleb Holt didn’t realize that the "not bad" from South Grant wasn’t referring to the room being cleaned up nicely, but rather it was a compliment to him as a person.

South Grant was convinced that Caleb Holt had been wronged.

You could tell a lot about someone’s character by the way they handle things.

Caleb Holt surely wouldn’t do something like that. When he was wronged, facing disbelief from the company, contract termination, and abandonment...

And now, someone had come to reclaim the apartment, ready to evict him.

If it were someone else, they definitely wouldn’t obediently clean the apartment before leaving, thinking, ’Whoever wants to clean, let them do it themselves. You’ve already terminated the contract with me, why should I bother.’

But Caleb Holt didn’t think that way. He cleaned the place spotlessly because these beer cans and bottles were discarded by him, and the mess in the room was also his doing.

So even when he left, he wanted to make up for his last mistakes.

Just for this reason, South Grant was willing to trust him.

Caleb Holt looked at South Grant, who stood smilingly and appraising him, and her remark of "not bad" made him feel quite upset.

Suppressing his inner anger, he turned around to pack his things, preparing to leave.

Just as he finished packing his clothes, South Grant suddenly spoke:

"If you were given another chance, would you still sign a contract with Shawn Grant?"

South Grant’s question was about Shawn Grant, not Aetherium.

Caleb Holt paused and, with a hoarse voice, replied, "No."

As South Grant expected, no one would want to work with a boss so low in both IQ and EQ, who was quick to pass the blame.

South Grant took two steps forward, standing in front of Caleb Holt, extending a hand.

"Would you be willing to work with me?"

Caleb Holt was stunned as he looked at the hand extended by South Grant.

Who was this man?

What did he mean by working together?

Didn’t he just say he was from Aetherium?

Wasn’t Aetherium set to cancel his contract?

"Who are you?" Caleb Holt asked South Grant.

"I am someone who can save you. My name is South Grant," introduced South Grant.

Caleb Holt was a bit surprised. He had heard from others in the company that the apparent boss was Shawn Grant, but he listened to the eldest son of the Grant Family closely, and the eldest son was South Grant.

Caleb Holt didn’t expect South Grant to be this young, even younger than himself.

"Didn’t Aetherium decide to terminate my contract? Why are you here?" Caleb Holt was still brooding over the termination.

"The one terminating your contract is Shawn Grant, not me."

"You’re both from the Grant Family. What’s the difference?"

Upon hearing Caleb Holt’s words, South Grant chuckled softly.

"Even twin sisters can have different personalities, let alone people with the same surname. He is him, I am me. The difference is, I never give up on those around me, whether they are colleagues or friends."