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Chapter 241

Chapter 241 Do All Capitalists Splurge Like This

Kenneth pinned his ebony eyes on Natasha, his gaze brimming with amusement.

Natasha's gaze flickered slightly. Staring right at him, she retorted, “Why are you asking the obvious?”

Kenneth chuckled, his laughter like a spring breeze blowing past. “Are you referring to the remark of 'stay sweet'?”

“What else could it be?” Natasha riposted.

With a smirk, Kenneth started the car and remarked, “I think they're very sensible and discerning.”

Natasha was struck dumb.

“That was obviously flattery!”

“That isn't important. Most importantly, that colleague of yours has an infinite future ahead of him and will soar to tremendous heights!” Kenneth asserted smilingly.

After saying that, something occurred to him, and he turned to Natasha. “Oh yes, what are the names of those few colleagues of yours?”

Natasha knew the man's plan all too well.

She regarded him through narrowed eyes. “Why? You even want to bribe those around me?”

Kenneth shot her a sidelong glance, undercurrents surging in his dark eyes. He then replied, “Of course not! I was merely asking. I could tell they have a close relationship with you, so I'd never invite contempt upon myself.”

Hah! Men are all liars!

Natasha didn't believe that he wasn't up to any tricks.

Casually draping her hand over the car window, she studied him carefully. “In that case, why did you still ask when you've got so many spies in our company?”

With only a hand on the steering wheel, Kenneth was a tad stunned when he heard that. Nonetheless, he didn't deny it.

How smart of her! It was just a simple remark, yet she figured things out. So what if she knows? There's nothing to deny. It's no big deal, anyway.

He glanced sideways, only to notice Natasha eyeing him in mirth. Thus, he quipped, “My spies' job isn't to gather their names.”

“Oh, really? Then, what do your spies gather?” Natasha queried.

in his eyes turned increasingly tender as he gazed

Words eluded Natasha.

tease him for a bit, but he turned the tables on her. His address of “Nat,” especially, was

masking or concealing his feelings, so she had

their job is

chortled. “It looks like you

that, Natasha

my feelings for you, but I'm now completely at

a mixture of emotions was written

sent flowers and afternoon tea that day. It turned out that

the

feeling was undefinable. It felt as though she was “monitored,” and she should be mad, but at the same time, an indescribable sense

had ever expended so much effort for her

window. The glass reflected the slight upward curve of the corners of her

restaurant, Sharon and Denise had already been waiting for some time when

so they ordered some desserts

after taking a few

“Ms. Sharon...

ten times one's weight on camera, and I don't want

to

response, Sharon nodded. “Yup. One has to be responsible for the character and the audience. So... forget

her, declaring, “It's okay. If anyone criticizes your weight, I'll help you fling it back

gazed at Denise, she truly adored the

you astray

for I don't use profanities when I reprimand

that. Just be a little

admitting,

What do you

you'll know in the future!” Denise merely smiled at her without explaining

demure girl and princess, huh?

that precise moment,

“Denise,” Kenneth greeted.

instant she caught sight of

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