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?

then replied: So you choose to

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

Natasha was rendered speechless.

Kenneth if she could simply return the car

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

turned on her laptop and carried out some procedures. After a few minutes, she sent Kenneth another text: I’ve

she pocketed

be melodramatic. However, the truth was that during her divorce from Kenneth, she did not ask for anything from him. Mostly because she did not want him to

the same situation at that

her to get off work, Natasha saw the car parked

choice

red – only someone with Kenneth’s personality would

really like the car, she could only

eyes of many during

her. And through their stares, she could feel

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

many years was not a lack of money. Instead, it was because she liked sleeping during car rides. Yet, that was now ruined for her as she had

could not help

did not forget how to drive and managed

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

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

of the car when

Benjamin asked while blinking his eyes at the sight of

Denise, too, were looking at Natasha

you rob a bank,

response. “Do I look that poor to

sudden desire to buy 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

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 to change a car

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

deadpanned. “Do you

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

walking around the car, inspecting every corner of it before

“It’s unlocked,” Natasha replied.

He sat contentedly, not daring to touch any of