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

him as he replied: I’m not the one who bought the car. The money spent isn’t

Natasha was rendered speechless.

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

some thought, she concluded that no matter whether Liam accepted it or not, the two

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

that, she pocketed her

defense, she was not trying to 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 use his compensation as an excuse to get close to the

same situation

off work,

the choice of car was rather…

red – only someone with Kenneth’s personality would choose

really like the car, she could

of many during her drive

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

was used to keeping a low profile. Thus, she was not quite used to driving such an expensive and

purchase cars for that many years was not a lack of money. Instead, it was because she liked sleeping during

help but internally curse

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

arrived at the condominium, she was

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

gotten out of the car when Benjamin

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

and Denise, too, were looking at Natasha

rob a bank, Nat?” Benjamin asked

rolled her eyes in response. “Do I look that

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

tell them that Kenneth had forced it on her. Thus,

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

red in color,” Benjamin deadpanned. “Do you really

she retorted, “What? Why can’t your grandfather drive a red car? Isn’t it

inspecting every corner

“It’s unlocked,” Natasha replied.

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