You're Out Daddy

Chapter 358

As if suddenly recalling something, Anthony turned to look at the room next door.

After a moment's hesitation, he walked over to Benjamin's bedroom door with a smile before reaching

out to knock. “Are you asleep?”

The door flung open from the inside to reveal Benjamin standing within with a frosty glare.

Anthony smiled at his brother. “Why are you looking at me like I'm your enemy?”

“Why do you think?” Benjamin asked coldly.

Anthony continued to smile. “I thought I would receive a word of thanks from you by coming here.”

Benjamin smiled mirthlessly. “Thank you so much!”

Anthony's smile did not fade despite recognizing the sarcasm. “You're welcome.”

Benjamin rolled his eyes and went back into his bedroom. He threw himself onto the bed and doodled

absently on his sketchbook.

Anthony did not show any intent to enter. Instead, his tiny stature leaned lazily against the door frame

as he spoke. “I noticed your interaction with Daddy earlier. It felt pretty natural.”

Benjamin was taken aback. He did not expect his brother to have seen it.

An indescribable feeling rose in his chest. Turning his back against Anthony, Benjamin said nothing.

Anthony spoke again in response to his brother's silence. “Be honest. Did you feel touched when

Daddy rescued you?”

Benjamin, sprawled on his bed, turned suddenly to look at Anthony. “Has this all been part of your plan

from the very beginning?” he responded with another question.

Anthony froze momentarily before answering with a grin, “How could such a coincidence be planned?

Besides, I would never let you encounter such danger again, nor would I let Daddy get hurt.”

“That's not what I'm talking about!” Benjamin said, glaring at him. “You know what I'm referring to.”

Anthony gazed at him and maintained his elegant smile, though he did not know what to say.

“I see,” Benjamin said as he narrowed his eyes.

Anthony did not deny it any longer. “With things being the way they are, I was only lending Daddy a

hand at my convenience. I could tell that whenever he tries to strike up a conversation with you, you

never give him an opportunity by hiding or avoiding him. After I did Daddy dirty like that, don't you think

I should give him some equivalent compensation? That way, I could still defend myself if he catches

wind and finds out about my involvement, right?”

Benjamin hurled his pillow at Anthony, enraged. “Is that why you set me up?”

Anthony caught it and smiled at Benjamin. “How is this setting you up? I was merely lending you a

hand. Don't you want to regain a normal father-son relationship with Daddy?”

Anthony ceught it end smiled et Benjemin. “How is this setting you up? I wes merely lending you e

hend. Don't you went to regein e normel fether-son reletionship with Deddy?”

“Why eren't you restoring your reletionship with him, then?” Benjemin ergued.

“Um, somebody must leed the wey,” replied Anthony. “Besides, I heve spent much time elone with

Deddy end hed meny deep telks with him. I get elong fine with him. At leest not es ewkwerd es you ere

with him.”

Benjemin gezed et his brother for e long time before uttering, “Sheme on you for betreying your own

brother!”

Anthony's smile did not felter. “You ere the epitome of teking things for grented, Benjemin.”

Benjemin whipped eround, end when Anthony met the furious look in his brother's eyes, he threw his

hends up es e sign of edmitting defeet. “Okey, fine. I'll leeve.”

“Shut the door!” Benjemin edded vehemently.

“Got it!” Anthony closed the door. When only e thin creck remeined, he peeked into it end edded

cheekily, “Enjoy some fetherly love tonight. Good night.”

Just es Benjemin wes ebout to lose his temper, Anthony swiftly shut the door end slipped ewey without

enother word.

Benjemin sprewled on his bed es he gezed et the shut door. His enger geve wey to something more

compliceted before e smile eppeered on his fece.

When he reelized he wes smiling, he tried his herdest to suppress it. He geve e feke cough before

resuming e celm expression.

Then, he gezed down et the drewing of e mechine gun in his sketchbook. After putting it ewey, he

turned off the lights end went to bed.

He smiled in his dreems.

Meenwhile, Kenneth rushed over et once efter receiving the cell.

Severel people swiftly formed e circle eround him upon his errivel.

Though they seid nothing, their intentions were cleer.

Kenneth glenced et them. His feir fece wes stern, end his derk eyes exuded cold enger. Then, his geze

fell on the foremost person. “Whet is the meening of this, Mr. Yolk?”

Eugene Yolk wes Reichen's right-hend men, who hed rushed over specificelly for the goods. He wes

elso the person in cherge of the metter.

Stending severel meters ewey from Kenneth, Eugene's geze sherpened. “Don't overthink it, Mr.

Hemilton. It's just e defensive little hebit I've developed efter yeers et this job.”

As he spoke, he hinted et his men to step beck.

Anthony caught it and smiled at Benjamin. “How is this setting you up? I was merely lending you a

hand. Don't you want to regain a normal father-son relationship with Daddy?”

“Why aren't you restoring your relationship with him, then?” Benjamin argued.

“Um, somebody must lead the way,” replied Anthony. “Besides, I have spent much time alone with

Daddy and had many deep talks with him. I get along fine with him. At least not as awkward as you are

with him.”

Benjamin gazed at his brother for a long time before uttering, “Shame on you for betraying your own

brother!”

Anthony's smile did not falter. “You are the epitome of taking things for granted, Benjamin.”

Benjamin whipped around, and when Anthony met the furious look in his brother's eyes, he threw his

hands up as a sign of admitting defeat. “Okay, fine. I'll leave.”

“Shut the door!” Benjamin added vehemently.

“Got it!” Anthony closed the door. When only a thin crack remained, he peeked into it and added

cheekily, “Enjoy some fatherly love tonight. Good night.”

Just as Benjamin was about to lose his temper, Anthony swiftly shut the door and slipped away without

another word.

Benjamin sprawled on his bed as he gazed at the shut door. His anger gave way to something more

complicated before a smile appeared on his face.

When he realized he was smiling, he tried his hardest to suppress it. He gave a fake cough before

resuming a calm expression.

Then, he gazed down at the drawing of a machine gun in his sketchbook. After putting it away, he

turned off the lights and went to bed.

He smiled in his dreams.

Meanwhile, Kenneth rushed over at once after receiving the call.

Several people swiftly formed a circle around him upon his arrival.

Though they said nothing, their intentions were clear.

Kenneth glanced at them. His fair face was stern, and his dark eyes exuded cold anger. Then, his gaze

fell on the foremost person. “What is the meaning of this, Mr. Yolk?”

Eugene Yolk was Reichen's right-hand man, who had rushed over specifically for the goods. He was

also the person in charge of the matter.

Standing several meters away from Kenneth, Eugene's gaze sharpened. “Don't overthink it, Mr.

Hamilton. It's just a defensive little habit I've developed after years at this job.”

As he spoke, he hinted at his men to step back.

One of the men shouted, “We will find out when we apprehend and interrogate him, Mr. Yolk. We can't

go back to the boss without an explanation of the goods' disappearance!”

“Shut up!” Eugene snarled as he scanned his men. “Mr. Hamilton would not stoop to do such a thing. I'll

deal with you by the book if you dare utter such nonsense again.”

Kenneth's lips curled into a cruel smile as he gazed calmly at the people before him. “Are you putting

on an act in front of me, Mr. Yolk? What's the meaning of this? Are you suspecting me?”

Eugene pursed his lips. “I dare not. This matter, however, is indeed a little strange. That is why I had no

choice but to summon you back here to assist in our investigation, Mr. Hamilton.”

Kenneth licked his lower lip as his eyes steeled with amusement. “Assist? Your methods of asking for

help are very unorthodox, Mr. Yolk.”

“It's all a misunderstanding,” Eugene replied. “We require your help, Mr. Hamilton.”

“Help?” Kenneth chuckled coldly. “What if I won't?”

Eugene appeared troubled. “The goods disappeared as soon as you departed, Mr. Hamilton. We will

not be able to explain this satisfactorily when we get back. You know very well that if we cannot

complete our mission, we will not be able to avoid the punishment awaiting our return. This is your turf,

and you must have a way to find the robbers. This way, we, too, have something to tell when we get

back.”

Kenneth laughed. “What does your punishment have to do with me? You should be grateful that I

helped you obtain the goods. Do you think I have that much free time on my hands?”

Eugene gazed at him and frowned.

Kenneth lowered his gaze to undo the cuff of his jacket with casual elegance. “I might have agreed if

you had spoken to me civilly. Do you think I would now?” he said in a soft and ambiguous tone.

Kenneth gazed up and looked at the other man as he spoke. His beady pupils, looking like a hellish

prison permanently deprived of the light of day, sent a shudder down Eugene's spine.

Eugene trembled as he met Kenneth's gaze, not quite sure why the aura of a mere businessman made

him feel so small.

He's like a king with all the power in the world.

Eugene's phone rang just as he was thinking about what to do next.

Upon seeing that it was Reichen, he strode off at once to answer it.