You're Out, Daddy novel (Natasha and Kenneth) novel Chapter 218

Unexpectedly, several people blocked Desmond's path the instant he whirled around.

Desmond was promptly taken aback. What's happening here?

He turned back and pinned his eyes on the man. “What's the meaning of this?”

The man kept silent, a flash of helplessness flitting across his eyes. Right then, a few men in police uniforms appeared behind him and cuffed him.

Subsequently, Zeke and Natasha walked out.

As soon as Desmond caught sight of them, understanding dawned upon him. Without delay, he made a run for it. Alas, he was pinned to the ground before he could get far.

He struggled wildly. “Let go of me! What are the lot of you trying to do? What right do you have to arrest me? Let me go!”

Right that moment, Zeke walked up and stared down at him. “Desmond Lynch, you're suspected of hiring a hitman to murder someone. We have the proof and witness, so please follow us back to assist in the investigation.”

“I don't know what you're saying! Why are you accusing me of engaging the services of a hitman when I merely came to give him money? What proof do you have? Let go of me! Let go! Believe it when I say that I'll sue you!”

Even then, Desmond continued resisting obstinately.

At that exact moment, Natasha sauntered over and crouched on the ground to gaze at him indifferently. “Mr. Lynch, I have a piece of news to tell you.”

Desmond said nothing, shooting daggers at her.

“Not only is Erin still alive, but she has even regained consciousness,” Natasha declared mildly.

Desmond's face abruptly crumpled.

Words eluded him.

“Before there was any definite news, you already told the journalists that Erin had died, sparking public criticism. Do you think everyone is a fool?” Natasha queried.

Desmond remained silent, his eyes fixated on her. “It was you? You were the one who set a trap for me?”

“It's true that I set a trap for you, but wasn't it your choice whether to fall into the trap?”

“How dare you!”

“Mr. Lynch, the truth will always come to light,” Natasha enunciated.

Desmond looked into her eyes, gripped by the urge to rip her into a thousand pieces.

“It was you! You sabotaged me! It was all you!” he screeched out of the blue. He struggled hard to break free and charge at her.

“Stay still!” The police officer held him down mercilessly.

Right then, Zeke came over. “All right, take him away. We'll interrogate him at the police station.”

A few police officers in plain clothes seized Desmond and dragged him out.

As Natasha watched the man being led away, there wasn't a hint of pity in her eyes.

Some people ultimately give up the last shred of affection for the sake of their personal interests. Are they pitiful or pathetic?

Zeke turned to look at Natasha as they walked out. “Thank you for your assistance this time, Ms. Watson. I'm really grateful.”

With her face devoid of expression, Natasha inquired bluntly, “Now that the investigation has concluded, justice will be served to Hamilton Corporation, yes?”

At the mention of that, Zeke chortled. “So, you did all this for Kenneth's sake?”

Natasha's gaze darkened a shade. “Everything happened because of me, and I was also the reason Hamilton Corporation was dragged into this mess. Thus, I can't deny my responsibility in this matter!”

As Zeke listened, he nodded smilingly. Well, well, well... Young people like to say one thing when they mean the other.

“It looks like Kenneth made the right choice,” Zeke commented.

Natasha frowned, but the man continued, “Don't worry. When the investigation wraps up, the investigative result will be announced. At that time, the truth will come to light.”

Only after hearing that did Natasha nod in acknowledgment. “Okay.”

Right then, a black car sped over.

Only then did Kenneth drop his hold on her. “You know that a person would do anything when backed into a corner. Weren't you afraid that Desmond would do something to you?”

“But he might not necessarily be my match.”

“Were you hoping that he'd play by the rules with you?” Kenneth queried.

Natasha pursed her lips, her brows knitting together. “According to my plan, there shouldn't be any incidents.”

Looking at her, Kenneth sighed in exasperation. “Incidents are something you can never predict.”

Indeed, Natasha couldn't deny that.

Kenneth continued gazing at her with undercurrents in his eyes. “Fortunately,

nothing happened to you.” His voice was hoarse.

The emotion he expressed was too straightforward and intense that Natasha didn't know what to say.

Kenneth suddenly drew close to her, his low voice rising imperceptibly. “Also, weren't you afraid I'd become full of myself when you did all this for me?”

Become full of himself?

Natasha eyed him in puzzlement.

“Do you love me now, Nat?” Kenneth asked with his eyes radiating intense hope.

Otherwise, why would she take such a risk for me and do such a thing?

His gaze was so intense that it could seemingly scorch someone. At a loss for words, Natasha instinctively averted her gaze. “I don't know what you're talking about.”

“You do,” Kenneth maintained.

The look in his eyes as he stared at her seemingly allowed her no escape.