You're Out Daddy

Chapter 369

Kenneth went back to the office and straight into his room.

Before he even sat down, he dialed a number.

“Dave, it's me.”

“J? I'm surprised that you're calling me. I thought you'd forgotten about me.”

“Sorry, I've been busy lately.”

“I've already advised you against quitting. Why did you start up a company? It's boring and tiring. So,

what now? Why don't you quit it and come back? We'll always welcome you,” Dave teased.

“What am I going to do if I go back?”

“I don't mind becoming your right-hand man if you come back. I'll be your support, okay?”

Kenneth smiled. “Won't that make you miserable?”

“Not at all. Everything's up for negotiation as long as you're willing to come back.”

“All right, let's not joke anymore. There's something I need your help with.”

After a pause, Dave mumbled, “I wasn't joking with you.”

“I've never thought of going back after I made up my mind to quit back then.”

“You're still as boring as ever,” Dave commented. “Speak your mind. Why have you come to me this

time?”

“The same old person. The one with the codename Boss. I want to know the range of his movement in

Zaewora and who he has met.”

“What's the matter? Have you not resolved the grudge you have with this person?”

“I'm afraid that won't happen anytime soon,” Kenneth said through gritted teeth.

“He seems to have truly enraged you this time,” Dave commented. Then, he could not help but ask

curiously, “Still, J, you said that you're not in this line anymore, so how did you get on his bad side?”

Kenneth was silent.

“Is it something that you don't want to talk about?”

“Not exactly, but I want to tell you after I'm certain of the answer.”

“Okay, I got it.”

“How long?”

“A week.”

“That's too long.”

“Dude, I'm busy. Moreover, the people at Vermillion Base are extremely private people. The one you're

looking for isn't a nobody, so I'll need time to set things up.”

“Two days.”

“Three!”

“Two!”

“J, if you come back and take over the things, you'll have the final say. I'll even do it in one day.”

“Two days. Once I'm done with things here, I'll go over right away.”

Dave froze. “You're coming?”

“Yes.”

“Really?” Dave was audibly dubious. “When are you coming? I'll pick you up!”

“It depends on how quick you are.”

“It depends on how quick you are.”

“J, are you really going to take things into your own hands for this man?”

“And more.”

“Oh? And more? Who else?”

“I told you I'll tell you once I'm certain of the answer.”

Dave became quiet to mull over it for a moment. “All right. Two days it is, then. I'll be waiting for you.”

Kenneth's gaze darkened. He said nothing and ended the call.

Then he turned to look out the window before walking over to it. There was a cold look on his flawless

features as he narrowed his eyes and lifted his defined jaw. The already-sharp lines on his face looked

even sharper, and there were almost layers of ice veiling over his eyes as his lips curled into an

arrogant, amused grin.

Natasha, no matter where you are, I'll find you.

Meanwhile, Anthony was sitting in front of the laptop on the balcony with furrowed brows.

His gaze, which was fixed on the phone at the side, was filled with worry and doubt. He had called

Natasha several times, yet no one picked up his call until now.

Just as he was mulling about what was going on, his phone rang.

Hastily, Anthony picked up his phone, only to realize it was actually a call from Thalia. He tensed up for

a second before answering it.

“Hello?”

“The arrangements have been made. Pick up the goods the day after next,” Thalia said.

“Okay, I got it.”

“Do you have nothing to ask?”

“Your arrangements will be fine.” Anthony was preoccupied with other thoughts and was not in the

mood to deal with the other matter at all.

“What's wrong? You seem distracted. Did something happen?”

“Nat isn't picking up my calls...” Anthony started, drawing his brows together. He was afraid that

something had happened to Natasha again.

“It's just a missed call, but you're already feeling worried?”

“It's rare for Nat to not pick up my calls.”

“It's common for phones to be out of battery or to be out of signal range,” Thalia pointed out. “Maybe

she's in the middle of work and has switched off her phone.”

Anthony's brows were still knitted. “I hope so.”

“All right, if you're really worried about her, I'll check on her when I'm on the way, okay?”

It was only then Anthony was a little more spirited. “Really? Thank you!”

“Look at how lively you are at the mention of Nat. I hope you will not grow up to be a mama's boy.”

“Don't worry. Someone like Nat won't raise a kid to be a mama's boy.”

“That's true,” Thalia agreed. “All right, I won't talk to you about this anymore. I'm just calling to inform

you about that, and I have other things to make arrangements for. I won't be going back to the manor

tonight. I'll pick you up the afternoon after the next.”

“Okay. Don't forget to check on her for me.”

“Sure.”

Anthony stared at his phone even after the call. Although Thalia had given him reassuring words, he

was still ill at ease.

After all, the last time Natasha did not pick up her call, she had been in a car accident. Hence, it was

not unusual for Anthony to be worried about Natasha's current status.

With those thoughts in mind, Anthony let his eyes drift toward the laptop screen.

Regardless of everything, Natasha had already found out about it, so there was no need for him to fear

getting discovered.

At that, a determined look emerged in Anthony's eyes, and he clicked away the first window before

hovering his hands over the keyboard. Then he began letting his fingers dance across the keys.

Anthony typed lines and lines of white-colored codes on the black screen, and the interface kept

changing.

Just as he was about to track Natasha's location, Terence suddenly walked toward him with a cup of

tea.

At the start, Anthony did not notice Terence's presence.

Only when Terence entered the room and softly called out his name did he realize there was someone

else in the room.

When Anthony lifted his head and saw the elderly man, Natasha's reminder flashed across his mind.

Immediately, he closed the page and opened a cartoon.

“Gramps,” Anthony greeted with a smile.

When Terence walked over and saw the cartoon on the laptop, he frowned. “Why didn't you use the

television in the room instead?”

“The scenery here is nice,” Anthony replied. “I get to watch shows while enjoying the scenery.”

“You know well how to enjoy life, huh?” As Terence said that, he sat down opposite the boy.

He stared at the laptop in front of the boy and thought about how Anthony had been grimly typing away

on the laptop earlier when he just entered.

The boy did not seem to be watching cartoons at all. Instead, he seemed to be typing swiftly. For a

moment, Terence thought he was looking at a young Theodore.

“Don't worry. Someone like Not won't roise o kid to be o momo's boy.”

“Thot's true,” Tholio ogreed. “All right, I won't tolk to you obout this onymore. I'm just colling to inform

you obout thot, ond I hove other things to moke orrongements for. I won't be going bock to the monor

tonight. I'll pick you up the ofternoon ofter the next.”

“Okoy. Don't forget to check on her for me.”

“Sure.”

Anthony stored ot his phone even ofter the coll. Although Tholio hod given him reossuring words, he

wos still ill ot eose.

After oll, the lost time Notosho did not pick up her coll, she hod been in o cor occident. Hence, it wos

not unusuol for Anthony to be worried obout Notosho's current stotus.

With those thoughts in mind, Anthony let his eyes drift toword the loptop screen.

Regordless of everything, Notosho hod olreody found out obout it, so there wos no need for him to feor

getting discovered.

At thot, o determined look emerged in Anthony's eyes, ond he clicked owoy the first window before

hovering his honds over the keyboord. Then he begon letting his fingers donce ocross the keys.

Anthony typed lines ond lines of white-colored codes on the block screen, ond the interfoce kept

chonging.

Just os he wos obout to trock Notosho's locotion, Terence suddenly wolked toword him with o cup of

teo.

At the stort, Anthony did not notice Terence's presence.

Only when Terence entered the room ond softly colled out his nome did he reolize there wos someone

else in the room.

When Anthony lifted his heod ond sow the elderly mon, Notosho's reminder floshed ocross his mind.

Immediotely, he closed the poge ond opened o cortoon.

“Gromps,” Anthony greeted with o smile.

When Terence wolked over ond sow the cortoon on the loptop, he frowned. “Why didn't you use the

television in the room insteod?”

“The scenery here is nice,” Anthony replied. “I get to wotch shows while enjoying the scenery.”

“You know well how to enjoy life, huh?” As Terence soid thot, he sot down opposite the boy.

He stored ot the loptop in front of the boy ond thought obout how Anthony hod been grimly typing owoy

on the loptop eorlier when he just entered.

The boy did not seem to be wotching cortoons ot oll. Insteod, he seemed to be typing swiftly. For o

moment, Terence thought he wos looking ot o young Theodore.