You're Out Daddy

Natasha was rubbing her temples while she sat in her seat.

Just then, Mark appeared next to her. “Na- Ms. Watson. I have some things to discuss with you.”

She glanced at Mark before getting to her feet to follow him.

She had been busy for the entire day with everything that had been happening.

Mark walked inside his office and looked at Natasha. He began by sincerely apologizing to her. “Ms. Watson-”

“Just call me Nat. I’m more used to it,” Natasha interjected.

Mark gave her an awkward look. He laughed and continued, “Sure. So I’ll call you Nat. It was my misarrangement that caused the mishap that day, Nat. I was unaware that the other party had abruptly changed the person in charge. I should have warned you about Gaston, but I didn’t. Thank you so much for being able to put the past behind you and speak for me in front of Mr. Hamilton.”

Natasha merely looked at Mark as he solemnly apologized. “Are you done?” she asked.

Mark, on the other hand, was taken aback by Natasha’s frankness.

“I’ll be going back first if there’s nothing else,” Natasha said. The events of the day were forcing her skull to split in half; she hadn’t even considered how she would deal with the car.

Mark stared at her retreating figure. “D-Don’t you have anything to say?”

Yet, before he could even continue, Natasha had left the office.

Mark was rendered speechless.

He had poured in his heart and soul to apologize to Natasha. Yet, the latter did not care about his sincere apology at all.

She was behaving as coolly as she usually would.

Mark, however, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Natasha acting as usual. Initially, he was concerned that she would quit due to the incident, but it seemed unlikely that she would!

He then inhaled deeply at the thought of that before he continued to think of ways to ride on her coattail.

Meanwhile, Natasha had been sitting on a chair for a while, lost in her thoughts. Finally, she decided to text Kenneth.

She texted him: You have two choices. Either you drive the car away, or I pay you the money for it.

Soon, she received a reply from Kenneth: Won’t it seem like I had forced you to buy the car if I took your money?

replied: So you choose to drive the

as he replied: I’m not the one who

Natasha was rendered speechless.

time with Kenneth if she

accepted it or not, the two solutions she suggested earlier seemed to be the

to Kenneth’s message. Instead, she turned on her laptop and carried out some procedures. After

she pocketed her

that during her divorce from Kenneth, she did not ask for anything from him. Mostly because she did not want him to use his compensation as an excuse to

was the same situation

off work, Natasha saw the car

the choice of car was rather…

was the shade of bright red – only

did not really like the car, she could only accept it as it

eyes of many during her drive

her. And through their stares, she could feel their

used to keeping a low profile. Thus, she was not

money. Instead, it was because she liked sleeping during car rides. Yet, that was now ruined for her

not help but internally curse Kenneth and

experience behind the wheel. The good news was that she did not forget how to drive and managed to drive safely all

she arrived at the condominium, she was greeted by the

cried out. “A Phantom! Since when did our condominium have

out of the car when

early today?” Benjamin asked while blinking his eyes at the

Denise, too, were looking

bank, Nat?” Benjamin

rolled her eyes in response. “Do I look that poor

car?” Benjamin inquired again, his gaze fixed on the car. This particular model had long caught his attention. However, he had only received a toy model from Natasha. Thus,

respond to Benjamin’s question; she knew that she could not tell them that Kenneth had forced it

standing behind the triplets, was at first puzzled by Natasha’s words. Then, a look of disbelief

deadpanned. “Do you really

bothered to explain more to Benjamin. Hence, she retorted, “What? Why can’t your

every corner of it before asking, “Nat, can I take a seat in the

“It’s unlocked,” Natasha replied.

He sat contentedly, not daring to touch any