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

not the

Natasha was rendered speechless.

have been wasting her time with Kenneth if she could simply return

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

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

she

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

the same

it was time for her to get off work, Natasha saw

the choice of car

– only

did not really like the car, she could only accept

caught the eyes of many during her drive back

many heads turn around to stare at her. And through their stares, she could feel their admiration for her

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

many years was not a lack of money. Instead, it was because she liked sleeping

that thought, Natasha could not help but

wheel. The good news was that she did

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

“A Phantom! Since when did our condominium have such a

just gotten out of the

early today?” Benjamin asked while blinking his eyes

Denise, too, were looking at Natasha

rob a bank, Nat?” Benjamin asked

“Do

a 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, he felt like he was about to drool as he saw the actual car in

she knew that she could not tell them that Kenneth had forced it on her. Thus, after some thought, she said, “I wanted to

at first puzzled by Natasha’s words. Then, a

color,” Benjamin deadpanned. “Do

“What? Why can’t your grandfather

quickly shut his mouth after that. He kept walking around the car, inspecting every corner of

“It’s unlocked,” Natasha replied.

immediately got into the car. He sat contentedly, not daring to touch any of the car’s