When South Grant handed these over to Nathan Foster, Nathan merely glanced at them, suspicion in his eyes.
"Are you sure you haven't got it wrong?"
South Grant pointed to his temple with his hand and said to Nathan Foster:
"There's something called the strongest brain. Just because you don't have it doesn't mean others don't either."
Nathan Foster merely cast her a sidelong glance, "I hope you remember those words."
Subsequently, Nathan Foster put away the paper filled with various strange symbols and then sat on a nearby sofa, his hand casually resting on the back of the sofa.
"I'll take care of things at the police station for you this time, including Shawn Grant." Nathan Foster spoke very casually.
He originally thought South Grant would be relieved by this, but unexpectedly, South Grant said with extreme seriousness:
"Leave Shawn Grant to me, the others you can handle as you wish."
This was beyond Nathan Foster's expectations.
"Leave him to you?"
