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 drive the car away

with him as he replied: I’m not the one who bought the car. The money spent isn’t mine. Return

Natasha was rendered speechless.

her time with Kenneth if she could simply return the car

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

her laptop and carried out some procedures. After a few minutes, she sent Kenneth another text: I’ve transferred the money to

she pocketed

for anything from him. Mostly because she did not want him to

same situation at

for her to get off work, Natasha saw the

choice of

red – only someone with Kenneth’s personality would choose such

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

the eyes of many during her drive

could feel many heads turn around to stare at her. And

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

why she refused to purchase cars for that many years was not a lack of money.

could not help but internally curse Kenneth and

The good news was that she did not forget how to drive and managed to drive safely

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

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

just gotten out of the car

asked while blinking his eyes at the sight of

Denise, too, were looking at Natasha

rob a bank, Nat?” Benjamin

response. “Do I look

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 car in

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

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

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

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

He kept walking around the car, inspecting every corner of it before asking, “Nat, can I take a

“It’s unlocked,” Natasha replied.

got into the car. He sat contentedly, not daring to touch