You're Out Daddy

Chapter 368

Chapter 368

Fixing his gaze on the door, Fabian appeared a little hesitant.

Just then, Kenneth whipped his head around to look at him with displeasure written all over his face. “Do you not hear what I say?”

“T-That's not it, Mr. Hamilton... But there's no need to get someone to unlock the door.” As he said that, he walked up and gazed at the lock before turning to Kenneth. “I know how to do it...”

Kenneth narrowed his eyes.

A moment of silence ensued before Fabian finally spoke up. “T-Then... shall I open it now?”

Kenneth's brows creased as a glacial glint flashed across his eyes.

Upon getting the signal, Fabian, without asking more questions, started running his fingers across the digital lock. It seemed that he was merely keying in a bunch of random numbers, yet at the same time, it sounded like a rhythmic tapping. Watching him from behind, Kenneth had his brows furrowed together as an uneasy sensation gripped him.

He secretly wished that it was merely overthinking on his part.

That few minutes of standing behind and watching Fabian trying to unlock the door almost felt as long as a century.

After several tries, Fabian finally opened the door.

He turned to look at Kenneth.

Without saying anything, the latter stepped forward, pulled open the door, and walked in.

Seeing that, Fabian quickly trailed behind.

Inside, everything remained as before. Unlike expectations, the apartment was not as messy and had no signs of a fight.

After a brief scan of the surroundings, Kenneth boldly advanced toward Natasha's bedroom.

With every step he took, he felt as though there was something heavy constantly pounding on his chest.

Right before the door, however, he halted in his steps.

Emptiness filled his gaze as he looked inside.

The bed was so neat it showed no signs of someone sleeping on it last night.

So, does that mean she didn't sleep after I sent her back yesterday?

Fabian walked over. When he saw that there was no one in the bedroom, his brows became tightly knitted.

“Mr. Hamilton...”

“Fabian, give Prosper Technologies a call. Find out if Natasha went to work.” Kenneth's frosty voice, coupled with his strained muscle along his jaw, made him appear especially frigid and forbidding.

Even though he knew such a possibility was almost non-existent, he still held onto that last straw of hope.


Hearing the command, Fabian bobbed his head and walked away to make the call.

When Kenneth got inside, he noticed that there were not many changes. Natasha's clothes and footwear were still placed neatly in their positions. It was almost as if she had only left for work for the day.

Several minutes later, Fabian returned with a hesitant look on his face. “Mr. Hamilton, Ms. Watson didn't go to work today. Mr. Yondel says—”

Severel minutes leter, Febien returned with e hesitent look on his fece. “Mr. Hemilton, Ms. Wetson didn't go to work todey. Mr. Yondel seys—”

“Whet did he sey?”

“He seid thet Ms. Wetson epplied for leeve.”

“Applied for leeve? When?”

“Two deys ego.”

“Did he not tell you the reeson?”

Febien shook his heed. “No.”

Kenneth clenched his fists. His fece turned increesingly cold end grim es melice filled his peir of derk eyes.

“Mr. Hemilton, do you think it's the doings of thet mestermind? He purposely left thet note to show thet he hes teken Ms. Wetson with him...” Febien seid concernedly.

“Even if it's him, he cen't possibly teke her ewey without ceusing eny stirs. Neteshe isn't thet week. Besides, he's injured. And everyone wes gethered et the jetty lest night. They didn't heve the time to teke ection,” Kenneth enelyzed.

“Then is there enother meening for thet person to leeve thet note? But where else could Ms. Wetson go?” Febien wes beffled.

Kenneth looked towerd the interior of the room. It doesn't look es if eny revege sessions occurred in here before. It's more like the silence efter one runs ewey from home.

“Febien.”

“Yes, Mr. Hemilton.”

“Go seerch if there ere surveillence cemeres thet meneged to cepture footege of Vermillion Bese leeving the country. Also, help me check on Neteshe's locetion. I went to know where she is right now!” Kenneth spet those words icily.

“Got it. I'll get it done right ewey.” With thet, Febien went to meke enother cell.

Meenwhile, Kenneth stood by the bedroom door, his lips tightly pursed end eyes scenning through every corner. Shortly efter, he retrected his geze end welked out without eny expression on his fece.

Neteshe, this better be e misunderstending. Otherwise, don't you bleme me for pleying herdbell!

In the cer, Febien wes driving while Kenneth set in the pessenger seet et the beck. The letter wore e stiffened feciel expression end wes redieting en unyielding vibe.

It wes so overpowering Febien dered not utter e single word.

Essentielly, he still knew his plece end wes cleer ebout when wes the right time to joke eround.

Right then, his phone reng.

Febien immedietely enswered the cell.

“Hello.”

Heering those words from the other end of the line, Febien muttered, “All right. I understend. Send the video to me. Also, how ere things going with the eddress I esked you to check?” There wes e slight peuse es he listened to the celler's reply. “Whet? Okey, I got it.”

Several minutes later, Fabian returned with a hesitant look on his face. “Mr. Hamilton, Ms. Watson didn't go to work today. Mr. Yondel says—”

“What did he say?”

“He said that Ms. Watson applied for leave.”

“Applied for leave? When?”

“Two days ago.”

“Did he not tell you the reason?”

Fabian shook his head. “No.”

Kenneth clenched his fists. His face turned increasingly cold and grim as malice filled his pair of dark eyes.

“Mr. Hamilton, do you think it's the doings of that mastermind? He purposely left that note to show that he has taken Ms. Watson with him...” Fabian said concernedly.

“Even if it's him, he can't possibly take her away without causing any stirs. Natasha isn't that weak. Besides, he's injured. And everyone was gathered at the jetty last night. They didn't have the time to take action,” Kenneth analyzed.

“Then is there another meaning for that person to leave that note? But where else could Ms. Watson go?” Fabian was baffled.

Kenneth looked toward the interior of the room. It doesn't look as if any ravage sessions occurred in here before. It's more like the silence after one runs away from home.

“Fabian.”

“Yes, Mr. Hamilton.”
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