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

not the one who bought the car. The money spent isn’t mine. Return it to Grandpa if

Natasha was rendered speechless.

not have been wasting her time with Kenneth if she could simply

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

laptop and carried out some procedures. After a few minutes, she

she pocketed

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 children

was the same situation at that

get off work, Natasha saw the car

the choice of car was

was the shade of bright red – only someone with Kenneth’s personality would

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

the eyes of many during her

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

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

that, the reason why she refused to purchase cars for that many years was not a lack of money. Instead, it was because she liked sleeping during car rides.

help but internally curse Kenneth and his

behind the wheel. The good news was that she did not forget how

the condominium, she was greeted by the sight of her

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

had just gotten out of the car when Benjamin finished his

so early today?” Benjamin asked while blinking

too, were looking

rob a bank, Nat?”

eyes in response. “Do I look that

despise driving? What triggered your 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 Natasha. Thus, he felt like he was about to drool as he saw the actual

not 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 to

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

“Do you

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

inspecting every corner

“It’s unlocked,” Natasha replied.

that, Benjamin immediately got into the car. He sat