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Benjamin replied: You heard it right. I heard the same thing, too. That should be it.

Anthony didn’t say a word.

The other two cued him: Why aren’t you talking?

Anthony: I was thinking we could visit him tomorrow.

His reply rendered them speechless.

Benjamin: You love dropping bombshells, huh?

Anthony: Will you come with me or not?

Benjamin: Yes.

Denise: Yes.

There was no way they’d say no to his invitation, for they loved to be where the fun was.

Anthony: We need to make sure which hospital he has been admitted to. Mommy’s home, so I dare not

check online.

Denise replied confidently: This is easy. Leave it to me! She would get the information by acting cute.

Anthony: Okay. We’ll meet after school tomorrow.

Benjamin: Okay.

Denise: Okay.

The next day, Denise woke up earlier than usual. Terence was busy in the kitchen, so she went to him

and stretched her hands out so he could hold her.

“Lazy bug, why are you up early today?” Terence asked cheerfully.

Denise was salivating at the sight of the bubbling soup on the stove. “I smelled your cooking, Gramps.

What is this? It smells delicious!”

“Soup. Want some?”

“Yes!” Denise nodded vigorously.

“What a greedy little kitten. I’ll leave you some later,” Terence replied with a chuckle.

“Thanks, Gramps!” Denise asked, “But why are you cooking soup early in the morning?”

“My friend is ill, so I’m going to visit him at the hospital later,” Terence explained.

“Is he seriously ill?” Denise blinked innocently.

“No,” Terence assured her as a smile played on his lips.

“Oh. Which hospital is he in?” Denise asked.

“Goldbirch Hospital.” Terence didn’t think much and gave her an answer quickly.

Denise nodded thoughtfully. “All right, then. Gramps, take care of your health, too!”

“Good girl. Don’t worry, for I’ll take good care of myself,” Terence responded.

“I’ll go wash up now.” Denise pretended to yawn and trotted back to her room slowly.

Terence gazed at her back adoringly. He had no idea that the innocent-looking young girl had just

fished some information out of him.

Back in her room, Denise slammed the door shut. Her eyes were clear as she sent a text in the group

chat: Goldbirch Hospital.

As no one replied to her text, Denise huffed and sent another text: I got up early to be a spy, but you’re

still sleeping! She then proceeded to tag them both.

Benjamin’s reply came: You’re good at this. Good job! Will that do?

Anthony: Good job, Denise.

Denise beamed happily after getting their praises. As it was still early, she returned to her bed and

resumed sleeping.

When Natasha got up, the house was empty. She got her phone and saw a text from Terence. After

sending the kids to school, Terence went straight to the hospital.

Natasha went to the dining table and ate her breakfast. She then cleared the table before heading to

work.

Upon arrival, she spotted Thea and Mark walking out of the office.

“Don’t worry. We won’t disappoint Hamilton Corporation. We won’t disappoint you, too!” Mark said. He

was obviously trying to butter Thea up. There was a stiff smile playing on his lips.

Natasha wanted to pretend that she didn’t see them, but they had spotted her from afar.

“Nat, come here! I’ll let you know the upcoming arrangements,” Mark summoned her.

Left with no choice, Natasha walked over to them.

Thea shot her a smug and arrogant grin. “Ms. Watson, I can’t believe you’ve just arrived. Look at the

time. Do you think you can do anything you want after getting the project?”

Natasha glanced at her watch. “I was stuck in the jam and was late by five minutes. One would think

that you live here, for you’ve finished the discussion this early.”

It seemed like a compliment but was in fact a sarcastic comment.

Cold sweat beaded Mark’s forehead when he listened to their exchange.

What is Kenneth thinking? Why did he let them both be in charge of the project?

He let out a cough and said, “Nat, from today onward, the person in charge from Hamilton Corporation

who will liaise with us will be Ms. Jarman. You’ll be seeing her often, so—”

Thea interjected, “Ms. Watson, are you disappointed that I’m the new person in charge?” Her smirk

seemed to indicate that she was Natasha’s superior.

“Of course not,” came Natasha’s reply. “It doesn’t matter who the person in charge is.”

“I hope you’re not lying,” Thea remarked.

Natasha shot her a smile. “Ms. Jarman, the one thing you wanted was ditched by me. There is no need

for me to lie.”

Thea stiffened. “I hope we’ll have a cordial working relationship.”

“I don’t think so. Ms. Jarman, it’s pretty obvious you look unhappy whenever you see me. I think the

same way, too. Don’t worry, though. I’ll do my best to be professional at work.” Without waiting for a

reply, Natasha marched toward the Programming Department.

It was pretty shocking to hear her mock Thea in public.

As many people were rushing to work at this hour, Natasha’s words were overheard by many.

Mark’s forehead was covered in sweat by now. Alas, he couldn’t afford to offend any of them.

“Ms. Jarman, why don’t—”

Before he could finish his words, Thea glared at him. “Mr. Yondel, that was really rude of her. Why do

you hire such rude employees?” She then stalked away in a fit of rage.

Mark gaped in disbelief.

This was the first time he was so conflicted and anguished after winning a project!

No one knew how Natasha was related to Kenneth and Thea, but they saw how Natasha’s words made

Thea speechless as though the former was the wife. That came as a surprise to them.

After all, nobody dared to offend or provoke Hamilton Corporation.

However, Natasha was an exception.

Thus, their admiration for Natasha grew. After winning the project, she was bold enough to mock the

person in charge. They couldn’t help but grow curious as to who Natasha was.

“Ms. Watson, did you really mock Thea earlier?” a colleague asked.

“No,” Natasha responded.

“Many people saw how it happened. News of it has spread.”

“I wasn’t mocking her. I was merely speaking the truth.”

Her colleague was dumbfounded. “Do you think we’re fools?”

Natasha chuckled. “They are imagining things.”

“Can I ask you a question in secret?”

“What is it?”

“Who on earth are you?” the colleague asked curiously.

“Me?” Natasha blinked before flashing a grin. “I’m just an ordinary programmer.”

“You’re not telling the truth,” her colleague insisted.

Natasha gave it some thought before letting out a long sigh. She replied solemnly, “All right. I’ll be

honest with you. Actually, I’m a pretty but ordinary programmer.”

Her colleague was speechless.

Gosh! There’s no way I can continue this conversation with her!