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?

choose to

that the car had nothing to do with him as he replied: I’m not the one who bought the car. The money spent isn’t

Natasha was rendered speechless.

Kenneth if she could simply return the car

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

reply to Kenneth’s message. Instead, she turned on her laptop and carried out some procedures. After a few minutes, she sent Kenneth another text: I’ve transferred the money to you. Please check

that, she pocketed 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 when he

same

get off work, Natasha saw the car parked by the

all seriousness, the choice of car was rather…

only

car, she could only accept

caught the eyes of many during her

could feel 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

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

could not help

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

the condominium, she was greeted by the sight

Phantom! Since when did our

out of the car when Benjamin

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

were

rob a bank,

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

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 change a car for

by Natasha’s words. Then, a look of

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

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

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

“It’s unlocked,” Natasha replied.

sat contentedly, not daring to touch any of the