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

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

Natasha was rendered speechless.

not have been wasting her time with Kenneth if

matter whether Liam accepted it or not, the two solutions she

carried out some procedures. After a few minutes, she sent Kenneth another text: I’ve transferred the money to you. Please check your

she pocketed her

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

time for her to get off work, Natasha saw the car parked

seriousness, the choice of

shade of bright red – only someone with

really like the car, she could only accept

caught the eyes of many during her drive

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

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

top of 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. Yet, that was now ruined for her as she had

not help but internally curse Kenneth and

was that she did not forget how to drive and managed to drive

as soon as she arrived at the condominium, she was

“A Phantom! Since when did our condominium have such

of the car

Benjamin asked while blinking his eyes at the sight of

Denise, too, were looking at Natasha

bank, Nat?” Benjamin

“Do I look that poor to

you 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

could not tell them that Kenneth had

the triplets, was at first puzzled by

deadpanned. “Do you

“What? Why

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

“It’s unlocked,” Natasha replied.

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