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?

So you choose to drive the car away

made it clear that the car had nothing to do with him as he replied: I’m not the one who

Natasha was rendered speechless.

her time with Kenneth if she could simply

thought, she concluded that no matter whether Liam accepted it or not, the two solutions she suggested earlier seemed to be

After a few minutes, she sent Kenneth another text: I’ve transferred the money to you.

she pocketed

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

was the same situation at

her to get off work, Natasha saw

the choice of car was

shade of bright red – only someone with Kenneth’s personality would choose such a

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

eyes of many

at her. And through their stares, she could feel their admiration for her

low profile. Thus, she was not quite used to driving

of money. Instead, it was because she liked

could not help

did not forget how to drive and managed to drive safely all the

as soon as she arrived at the condominium, she was greeted

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

of the car when Benjamin finished his

Benjamin asked while blinking his eyes

Denise, too, were looking at Natasha

rob a bank, Nat?” Benjamin asked

“Do I

This particular model had long caught his attention. However, he had only received a toy model from Natasha. Thus, he

know how to respond to Benjamin’s question; she knew that she could not tell them that Kenneth had forced it on her. Thus, after some thought, she said, “I wanted

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

deadpanned. “Do

bothered to explain more to Benjamin. Hence, she retorted, “What? Why can’t your grandfather drive a red car?

the car, inspecting every corner of it before asking, “Nat,

“It’s unlocked,” Natasha replied.

into the car. He sat contentedly, not daring to touch any