You're Out Daddy

Chapter 304

Natasha wasn't surprised that Kenneth was aware of that. Since Fabian told her that Kenneth saw

Shadow Seeker offering a reward online, she reckoned that the man had possibly known about it.

Sure enough, she was right.

However, she had never expected him to ask her in such a situation.

Her eyes that were initially glassy gradually cleared.

Pinning her gaze on him, she drawled, “So, you've been seducing me today, and simply for the sake of

asking this question?”

Kenneth's lips curved into a self-deprecating smile. “Would you believe me if I say no?”

Natasha stared at him, her sanity gradually returning. Pulling away from the man's embrace, she got up

and straightened her clothes. Then, she fell into deep contemplation.

Kenneth likewise got to his feet and looked at her. “Just pretend I never asked if you don't want to

answer it.”

Indeed, it didn't matter much whether she answered the question then, for her first reaction had already

given him the answer.

As an astute person, Kenneth definitely understood what her reaction meant.

After pondering for a while, Natasha asked in a low voice, “You've already guessed it, haven't you?”

In a flash, Kenneth's eyes narrowed into slits. Guessing the answer and hearing it in person are two

different things.

Previously, he merely suspected it because he didn't believe in such coincidence in this world. After

she had demanded to know about the tattoo from those people, Shadow Seeker, who hadn't made an

appearance in many years, also posted a reward on the hacker website in search of that same tattoo.

When he saw it back then, the link didn't occur to him. It was only when Denise went missing and she

sat in front of the computer with her fingers flying across the keyboard did he connect the dots.

Despite it all, if she had denied it, he would have chosen to believe her.

However, she didn't do so.

On top of that, he knew full well the significance of her admission.

Numerous people were looking for her, and a smidge of information on her was worth a king's ransom.

Therefore, her admission was tantamount to her entrusting her life to him.

As he gazed at her, he was still inexorably shocked despite having known the answer.

“You're admitting to it just like this, Nat?” Kenneth queried.

“Yeah.” Natasha nodded in a distinctly nonchalant manner.

Kenneth gaped at her, at a loss for words. A long moment later, he ventured, “Are you not afraid I'd

betray you? No matter how much I demand in exchange for your identity, someone will be willing to pay

for it.”

“Would you?” Natasha countered.

Of course not! Not only would I never betray her, but I'd even protect her well.

Kenneth strolled over to her. Training his eyes on her, he remarked, “I feel pressurized out of the blue.”

“What do you mean?”

“I've got to do my best to protect you in the future. How can I not feel pressurized?” Kenneth replied.

Following that, Natasha laughed.

“Who else knows your identity, Nat?” Kenneth inquired, his vigilance rearing its head right then.

“You, Grandpa, and Spencer,” Natasha answered.

“Spencer...” Kenneth muttered upon hearing that name, his voice tinged with a hint of dissatisfaction.

Gah! He actually learned about it earlier than I did.

As though perceiving his chagrin, Natasha asserted, “He once saved me, and I've also helped him

previously. As such, he'll never betray me!”

“I naturally believe that he'll never betray you. I'm just jealous,” Kenneth admitted.

At once, words eluded Natasha.

“Nat, promise me that you'll never reveal your identity to a fourth person,” Kenneth urged, his eyes

fixated on her.

Too many people had their sights set on her, so he was really worried she would be stolen away like a

treasure he owned.

Nevertheless, that was secondary. Primarily, he was concerned that some people with ulterior motives

would choose to destroy her if they couldn't have her. And the number of such people was definitely

overwhelming.

Discerning his worry, Natasha nodded. “Okay. Few people deserve to know my identity anyway.”

“In that case, can I interpret it as me deserving your trust?” Kenneth questioned.

Staring at him, Natasha nodded. “Yes, I indeed trust you a great deal.”

Kenneth looked back at her, the corners of his mouth curving up.

Ah, it feels great to be trusted!

At that precise moment, Natasha stared at him. “What about you? Is there nothing you'd like to say to

me?”

“What are you referring to?”

“Vermillion Base,” Natasha prompted.

Speaking of that, Kenneth narrowed his eyes a fraction. “Fabian told you about it?”

Natasha didn't deny it and merely said, “Don't punish him. I was the one who forced him to tell me

about it.”

Kenneth chuckled. “Well, he found himself a great backer.”

“So? Were you not planning to tell me about it?” Natasha demanded.

“That's not it. There are just too many things recently, so I didn't have the time to do so.”

“Then, you can do so now,” Natasha declared.

Kenneth thought for a while before admitting, “Vermillion Base is a mysterious organization from

Zaewora. As you know, regarding the tattoo you were curious about, it's their organization's logo. Every

member has it. But before I could obtain information about the one you posted online, I was

discovered.”

“Is that all?” Natasha queried.

“That's all I got. But when I showed the guy the tattoo you posted online, his expression became very

strange,” Kenneth elaborated.

“Strange?”

“Yeah. That's why I believe that the tattoo is also a symbol of their organization. But I'm not sure what it

signifies. It may likely indicate the person's identity, or it might be some sort of signal,” Kenneth

surmised.

Pursing her lips, Natasha fell into deep contemplation.

Right then, she was almost certain that her father must have been inextricably linked to the

organization. In fact, he was very likely one of its members.

However, she couldn't ascertain whether his death had something to do with them.

If it didn't have anything to do with them, why didn't they pursue the matter? And if otherwise... why did

they kill him?

Seeing that she wasn't saying anything further, Kenneth continued, “Nat, I'm only telling you all this so

that you have an idea of things. They're no innocent people but a bunch of mercenaries who kill without

batting an eyelid. I know you're anxious to investigate your father's death, but listen to me—don't act

rashly, much less alone.”

Natasha promptly lifted her eyes and gaped at him. “H-How did you know that?”

Lowering his eyes, Kenneth didn't bother hiding anything from her and spoke frankly. “Grandpa told me

about your family, and I guessed it. Other than that, probably nothing else could have you so

obsessed.”

Ah, so that's why. I thought he had remembered something.

Natasha's abnormality went unnoticed by the man. Instead, he stared straight into her eyes and vowed,

“Nat, I promise I'll definitely help you get to the truth of your father's death. Please give me some time.”

Natasha merely gazed at him without responding.

How could I possibly involve him when I know the danger full well? He has sacrificed enough for me.

Subsequently, she flashed him a smile. “I'm sure you'll undoubtedly be a good father, Kenneth.”

Alas, Kenneth failed to perceive the implicit meaning behind her remark. With his gaze trained on her,

he stated, “If you give me a chance, you'll know that I'm not only a good father, but also a good man

who's worthy of your trust.”

Without speaking further, Natasha merely smiled at him.