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?

So you choose

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 mine. Return it to Grandpa if

Natasha was rendered speechless.

if she could

it or

message. Instead, she turned on her laptop and carried out some procedures. After a few minutes, she sent Kenneth

that, she

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 children when

same situation at

it was time for her to get off work, Natasha saw the

choice of car was rather…

only someone with Kenneth’s personality

really like the car, she could only accept it as

of many during her drive

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

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

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

could not help but internally curse Kenneth

did not

as soon as she arrived at the condominium, she was

Benjamin cried out. “A Phantom! Since when did our condominium have such a high-end

gotten out of the car when

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

too, were looking at Natasha with

you rob a bank,

rolled her eyes in response. “Do I look that poor

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

respond to Benjamin’s question; she knew that she could not tell them that Kenneth had

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

in color,” Benjamin deadpanned. “Do you really

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

car, inspecting every corner of it before asking, “Nat, can I take

“It’s unlocked,” Natasha replied.

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