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?

you choose to drive the car

I’m not the one who

Natasha was rendered speechless.

her time with Kenneth if she could

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

not reply to Kenneth’s message. Instead, she turned on her laptop and carried out some procedures. After a few minutes,

that, she

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

same

it was time for her to get off work, Natasha

choice of

– only someone with Kenneth’s personality would choose such

did not really like the car, she could only

eyes of many during

stare at her. And through their stares,

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

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

Natasha could not help but internally

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

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

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

out of the car when Benjamin

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

too, were looking

a bank, Nat?”

rolled her eyes in response. “Do I

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

Benjamin’s question; she knew that she could not tell them that Kenneth had forced it on her. Thus, after some thought,

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

color,” Benjamin deadpanned. “Do you really think it’s suitable

she retorted, “What? Why can’t your grandfather drive

kept walking around the car, inspecting every corner of it

“It’s unlocked,” Natasha replied.

the car. He sat contentedly,