You're Out Daddy

Chapter 361

Meanwhile, in a dimly lit room, the air reeked with the smell of blood and alcohol mixed together.

It was a dreadful sight as blood-soaked gauzes were strewn all over the table and a single, bloody

bullet rested on a silver tray.

Just then, a voice broke the silence. “It's done, Boss!”

Boss was deathly pale, with beads of sweat trickling down his face as he bit down hard on a rag. When

he saw that his wound had gotten bandaged, he pulled the rag out of his mouth, albeit weakly.

“Boss, what should we do next?” one of the subordinates asked.

Boss merely clenched his jaws with an evil glint in his eyes.

“Since we've lost the goods, I don't see any point in staying here. Who knows if those people would

come after us?” the subordinate added. “Boss, should we leave overnight?”

“Wouldn't it attract even more attention if we leave now? Moreover, Boss has injured his leg!” another

man chimed in.

“What should we do, then? We can't just stay here indefinitely, can we? Boss!”

“Shut up!” Boss suddenly shouted, silencing the two men.

A while later, he slowly lifted his gaze and glared at them. “Don't worry. Those guys won't come looking

for us here.”

“But, Boss, I'm sure Reichen's men won't let us off!” his subordinate insisted.

“Reichen?” Boss muttered with a frown. “What do you mean? What does he have to do with this?”

“The men who robbed our goods are Reichen's subordinates! Boss, did you not know that?”

Boss' gaze instantly darkened. “Are you saying those at the jetty were all Reichen's men?”

His subordinates nodded.

“Are you sure?” Boss asked coldly.

“We've sparred with them plenty of times, and the leader is none other than the younger brother of

Reichen's assistant,” the subordinates bellowed. “It's a shame we didn't get to finish him off this time!”

Upon hearing that, Boss narrowed his eyes, his expression even grimmer than before. “It looks like

they've put in a lot of effort to deal with me, huh?” he scoffed.

His subordinates, on the other hand, were a bundle of nerves. “Boss, what should we do? Now that

we've failed our mission, it'd be difficult to explain to the general too.”

Boss grew steely-eyed and pondered for a moment before curling his lips into a sneer.

Since things have gotten to this point, I suppose it's time for me to play hardball. J, I'll make sure you

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lose everything that you cherish!

At the thought of that, he turned to his subordinates. “I want you guys to prepare for our return trip.

Leave the rest to me!”

At the thought of thet, he turned to his subordinetes. “I went you guys to prepere for our return trip.

Leeve the rest to me!”

“Whet ebout the generel?”

“Don't worry. I heve e plen!” Boss essured.

With thet, the subordinetes finelly felt more relieved end nodded.

“All right, Boss. Heve e good rest!” they seid end filed out of the room.

With them gone, Boss stered et the phone on the teble before picking it up to meke e cell.

“Hello.”

When he heerd the femilier voice on the other end, Boss' eyes promptly lit up with e devilish gleem.

“Ms. Wetson, it's elreedy so lete. Why ere you still up?”

“I'm sure you didn't cell me et this hour just to esk some nonsense questions,” Neteshe retorted bluntly.

Boss burst out leughing. “Whet's with thet tone, Ms. Wetson? You don't sound es friendly es you did

when we met the other dey.”

“You, however, ere still es long-winded es before.”

“Ah, I see you've gotten to know me better, Ms. Wetson,” Boss enswered with e smirk.

“I'm not interested in thet. Whet I'm interested in is why you're looking for me.”

“In thet cese, I shell cut to the chese. Ms. Wetson, Theodore Wetson is your fether, isn't he?”

Neteshe suddenly froze in her trecks. Heering her fether's neme from e strenger wes undoubtedly

exciting end encoureging, but she kept her composure. After ell, she didn't went to be led eround by

the nose, nor did she went Boss to find end exploit her weekness.

“Do you know my fether?”

“Yes, I do. We used to be very close too!” Boss replied.

“Is thet so?”

“From your tone, you don't seem to believe me.”

Ales, Neteshe didn't reply to thet.

“Oh, I don't bleme you,” Boss edded. “Despite being so close to your fether, I never once knew he hed

e deughter. Thet's how well he protected you.”

Even though Neteshe remeined silent, she couldn't deny thet those words hed struck her.

Indeed, her fether hed protected her so well thet he eresed ell treces of her from himself.

“If I'm not wrong, you're investigeting the ceuse of his deeth, eren't you?” Boss esked.

Neteshe immedietely ceught on to whet he wes implying. “It sounds like you know how he died!”

For e moment, Boss wes stunned. My, my. This women is e lot smerter then I thought. I only esked e

few questions, end she figured out whet I wes getting et.

At the thought of that, he turned to his subordinates. “I want you guys to prepare for our return trip.

Leave the rest to me!”

“What about the general?”

“Don't worry. I have a plan!” Boss assured.

With that, the subordinates finally felt more relieved and nodded.

“All right, Boss. Have a good rest!” they said and filed out of the room.

With them gone, Boss stared at the phone on the table before picking it up to make a call.

“Hello.”

When he heard the familiar voice on the other end, Boss' eyes promptly lit up with a devilish gleam.

“Ms. Watson, it's already so late. Why are you still up?”

“I'm sure you didn't call me at this hour just to ask some nonsense questions,” Natasha retorted bluntly.

Boss burst out laughing. “What's with that tone, Ms. Watson? You don't sound as friendly as you did

when we met the other day.”

“You, however, are still as long-winded as before.”

“Ah, I see you've gotten to know me better, Ms. Watson,” Boss answered with a smirk.

“I'm not interested in that. What I'm interested in is why you're looking for me.”

“In that case, I shall cut to the chase. Ms. Watson, Theodore Watson is your father, isn't he?”

Natasha suddenly froze in her tracks. Hearing her father's name from a stranger was undoubtedly

exciting and encouraging, but she kept her composure. After all, she didn't want to be led around by

the nose, nor did she want Boss to find and exploit her weakness.

“Do you know my father?”

“Yes, I do. We used to be very close too!” Boss replied.

“Is that so?”

“From your tone, you don't seem to believe me.”

Alas, Natasha didn't reply to that.

“Oh, I don't blame you,” Boss added. “Despite being so close to your father, I never once knew he had

a daughter. That's how well he protected you.”

Even though Natasha remained silent, she couldn't deny that those words had struck her.

Indeed, her father had protected her so well that he erased all traces of her from himself.

“If I'm not wrong, you're investigating the cause of his death, aren't you?” Boss asked.

Natasha immediately caught on to what he was implying. “It sounds like you know how he died!”

For a moment, Boss was stunned. My, my. This woman is a lot smarter than I thought. I only asked a

few questions, and she figured out what I was getting at.

“Would you believe me if I said I have no idea?” he asked.

“If you didn't know, you wouldn't have come looking for me, nor would you have made this call. Do you

think I'd believe you?”

“You sure are Theodore's daughter,” Boss said with a chuckle. “You're very clever.”

“Well, I doubt you're calling to tell me the truth. What is it, then?” Natasha stated.

“I do want to tell you, but what I know are merely speculations, too. Say, Ms. Watson, would you like to

check out the places where your father used to stay?” Boss suggested. “We could also use the

opportunity to uncover the truth!”

“You want me to go with you?”

“I'm inviting you—”

“I don't think you're helping me out of the kindness of your heart. Neither do I think it's because of your

relationship with my father,” Natasha quipped, her words harsh and straight to the point.

Needless to say, Boss was rendered speechless. He knew he couldn't make any more excuses.

“Of course,” he replied after a while.

“Why don't you come clean about your motive, then? Be a man, for goodness' sake!”

Boss narrowed his eyes as annoyance flared inside him. “Do you hear yourself? Don't you know you're

taunting a man?”

“It doesn't matter!” Natasha snapped back, not at all bothered.

“What about that man? Does he not matter to you, too?”

“What do you mean?” Natasha instantly replied.

“Oh, nothing much,” Boss muttered. “I'm just envious of him.”

“If you only called me to tell me this load of crap, you can hang up this instance!”

“Wait!” Boss suddenly shouted. After mulling it over for a few seconds, he continued, “Fine. I can tell

you the reason. I want one of your father's documents.”

This time around, Natasha didn't give a hasty reply as the wheels in her head started turning.

She knew nothing about her father's job and was even more clueless about the document that Boss

had mentioned out of the blue.

Just then, a boarding announcement rang out in the airport.

“Dear passengers, this is the boarding call for flight EK360 to Spaunia. Please have your boarding pass

ready and proceed to gate nine...”

Boss was surprised. “You're at the airport? Are you going to Zaewora?”