You're Out, Daddy novel (Natasha and Kenneth)

Chapter 60

Meanwhile, Kenneth got into the car that had arrived at the hospital's entrance. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Fabian yawned and asked, “Where to, Mr. Hamilton?”

“I'll go home and change first and will go to the office after that.”

Fabian then hit the road.

“Where's the phone?” Kenneth asked.

Fabian immediately fished out the phone and handed it over. “Here you go. The battery's fully charged.”

Kenneth switched on the phone and started scrolling.

Fabian asked while driving, “How is Ms.

Jarman's father?”

“He's all right.”

Suddenly, something else popped up in Fabian's mind. “There's something I feel I should tell you, but I don't know how to put

it-” “What is it?” Kenneth switched on the phone and received quite a number of notifications, but his eyes were drawn to Natasha's message.

“It's about you and Ms. Jarman. Yesterday, I-"

“Hold on!” Kenneth cut in before Fabian could finish his sentence. He then picked up the phone and made a call.

Natasha, who had just woken up, noticed Kenneth's name on her phone. She did not feel like talking to him but eventually still answered his call. “What?”

“Natasha, where on earth did you get those money?

“I robbed the bank.”

Her answer rendered Kenneth speechless. “You didn't take Old Mr. Watson's money, did you?”

“Excuse me? Do you think I'm that kind of person?” Natasha retorted.

Kenneth began to realize he did not know much about Natasha. “How did you know my bank account number?”

“Have you forgotten we were married? I don't know you well, but I've seen your card before. Remembering the numbers, to me, is just a piece of cake. Don't underestimate a programmer's ability,” she replied.

Once again, Kenneth was at a loss for words.

Instead of exchanging words with that woman, Kenneth hanged up on her in a fit of anger.

When Natasha was relieved that a great weight was off her shoulders, Kenneth sent her a text: I've returned you the money. Please check.

The message rendered Natasha speechless.

Before she could send him a reply, Kenneth texted another message: I've canceled the card. Look for Grandpa if you want to return the money.

Natasha was at a loss for words. This man is just trying to flaunt his wealth.

After sending the last text message, Kenneth leaned on the chair and knitted his brows. I guess I don't really know much about that woman.

To Kenneth, the Natasha he knew was a boring yet feisty country bumpkin who did not have good taste in anything. But he had no idea who she was and where did she work.

Kenneth could not help but ask: “Do programmers make a lot of money?”

Fabian answered, “Em, that's what I heard.”

“How long would a programmer take to earn ten million?” Kenneth queried again.

Fabian thought about it. “I think programmers earn a lot, but they're not super wealth. It might take them ten to twenty years to earn that amount.”

Kenneth frowned at the explanation. “If that's the case, where did Natasha get that money?”

Fabian responded with a wry smile. “I don't think I have the answer to your question, Mr. Hamilton.”

Kenneth knitted his brows and went deep in thought.

“Is Ms. Watson that rich?” Fabian asked.

Instead of answering his question, Kenneth looked at him. “Fabian.”

“Yes, Mr. Hamilton?”

“Investigate Natasha for me. Get me all the details about this woman, especially the things she did in the last couple of years. I want to get to the bottom of her identity.”

“Are you sure you want to peer into Ms. Watson's life like this? Doesn't seem like a good move, though,” Fabian expressed his concern.

Kenneth shot a glance at him, causing Fabian to shudder. “But I believe you're doing this because you're concerned about Ms. Watson's life in the past. All right, I got it. I'll see to it, Mr. Hamilton.”

Kenneth then looked away. “I'll take a nap now. Wake me up when you arrive.”

“Sure.

Kenneth then closed his eyes and took a nap.

Fabian heaved a sigh of relief.

Kenneth took a quick bath after he had arrived at his condominium. He then changed into a fresh pair of clothes and went straight to the office.

While Kenneth was conducting a meeting, Fabian entered the conference room and whispered in his ear. Kenneth frowned and said, “Let's call it a day.” He then stood up and left.

Fabian followed him and went straight to his office.

The two men saw Natasha sitting on the chair as if she had waited for quite some time.

There was a box beside her.

Kenneth fixed his gaze on the woman as he walked past her.

Natasha turned around on the chair. “I

hope I didn't disturb you.”

“What do you mean?” Kenneth asked.

“The car is downstairs,” Natasha said.

Kenneth looked at him. “I told you to send the money to Grandpa.”

“I wouldn't have come here if I knew how to deliver the money to Old Mr. Hamilton,” Natasha said.

“What makes you think I'll accept the money?

“You have to.” Natasha lifted the box and put it on his desk. “I'm giving you two options—I either leave the car or leave the money here.”

Needless to say, the box was full of stacks of cash.

Fabian, who was standing behind her, could not believe his eyes. “Ms. Watson, are those cash? I've seen those figures on screen before but never in banknotes. Can I have a look?” “Sure!” Natasha said.

When Fabian was about to take a step forward, Natasha said, “Take a good look at the money, and convince your boss to accept it.”

Fabian looked in Kenneth's direction, and the side-eye Kenneth gave him sent a chill down his spine.

“I'm going to leave you two here now,” Fabian said and walked away.

There were only Kenneth and Natasha left in the office.

“Make your choice.” Natasha looked into the man's eyes.

Kenneth walked over, sat opposite her, and lolled in the chair. “I told you to deliver the money to Grandpa.”

Natasha propped her palms against the desk. “Did your grandpa ask you to do this, or you simply don't care about the money? Old Mr. Hamilton doesn't want the money, and you don't want the

money either?”

“What do you think?” Kenneth asked in return.

Natasha narrowed her eyes. “Unless you have an ulterior motive?”

Kenneth kept mum and stared at her.

Natasha gazed into his eyes for a moment before asking him another question, “Unless you have feelings for me?”

Kenneth responded with a cursory laugh. “Did you become narcissistic because you think you look prettier now?”

“I look prettier?” Natasha retorted.

Ehm-

Kenneth froze for a moment as he did not expect her to shoot him that question. Instead of complimenting her directly, he thought about it and replied, “You just look more presentable than before.”

Natasha was not annoyed by his answer.

She heaved a sigh of relief. “I'm relieved to hear that. Well, if that's the case—you want the money or the car?”

“What if I don't want both?” “I'll decide on your behalf then.” Natasha placed the car key in front of him and said, “Here. Let's not complicate things anymore.” She left his office after giving him a glance.

“If I were to tell you I'm interested in you, would you keep the car?” Kenneth asked all of a sudden.

That question stopped Natasha in her tracks.