Not twins novel (Natasha and Kenneth)

Not Twins Chapter 70



Chapter 70 Money To Burn

Nodding, Fabian said, "Yes. The information on Ms. Watson is quite simple. There's nothing special about it."

Kenneth frowned. The emotions he had been suppressing were threatening to blow up at any moment.

Thinking of something, Fabian took a step forward. "Is this about Ms. Watson's relationship when she was overseas?"

Kenneth looked up at him at the mention of that topic.

Fabian immediately knew that he was on point.

Shaking his head, Fabian answered, "No. Ms. Watson was single throughout the years when she was abroad."

Upon hearing that, Kenneth seemed to be in a better mood. Arching his brows nonchalantly, he said, "Well, it's normal that no one was interested in her judging by her looks." S~ᴇaʀᴄh the (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Fabian was at a loss for words.

Is this what other people meant by taking things for granted? Or perhaps Mr. Hamilton has some kind of misconception about beauty standards?

"You're being too harsh, Mr. Hamilton. Even if Ms. Watson wasn't in a relationship when she was abroad, it doesn't mean that no one will be interested in pursuing her back here. Besides, most of her colleagues at Prosper Technologies are men. I've heard that Ms. Watson is very popular in that company."

Nonetheless, Kenneth did not think much of her male colleagues. "Do you think she will be interested in them?"

"That isn't necessarily the case. I think Ms. Watson's taste is unique. Besides, she's so rich. I wouldn't be surprised if she ends up finding a pretty boy," Fabian joked. In his opinion, it seemed natural for Natasha to do so.

The figure of Zachary flashed across Kenneth's mind when he heard that remark. It made him feel frustrated.

Suddenly, Kenneth questioned sternly, "Do you have nothing else to do?"

"Huh?" Fabian raised his head and looked at Kenneth's gloomy expression. Why is he angry again?

"Ah, yes. I do have something to do," Fabian replied.

"Then why are you still standing here?"

Fabian hurried out of the office the next moment.

Standing by the doorway, he took a deep breath. At that moment, he realized how difficult it was to deal with temperamental people.

Gosh, this is too much for me to handle!

In the afternoon, Natasha received a parcel. It was a new phone.

As Natasha was opening the package, Ross passed by while holding a glass of water. Feeling curious about her new gadget, he approached her and asked, "Has your new phone arrived?" "Yeah," Natasha answered without looking up.

"Um... What's the brand of this phone? I've never seen it before. It looks pretty good," Ross said.

"It doesn't belong to any brand. It's custom-made."

"What? We can customize phones now?" Ross probed, his interest piqued.

Natasha did not bother to explain to a country bumpkin like him. She took out a card from the bag. Before she could insert the card, Ross picked up the phone and played with it. "How much does it cost? It's about time for me to get a new phone. Maybe I should have it custom-made too. It will stand out from other people's phones."

"It costs more than two hundred thousand."

Holding the phone, Ross suddenly felt the weight on his hand.

Ross cleared his throat and carefully put the phone down. He was scared of dropping it accidentally. "Ms. Watson, why must you use a special phone like this?"

Natasha asked sincerely, "Do you want it? I can order it for you."

Shaking his head, Ross answered, "No, it's fine." He touched his pocket and added, "I'm not that rich yet."

Remaining silent, Natasha directly opened the card slot and inserted the card.

However, Ross was still curious about the phone. He could not help asking, "Ms. Wealthy, can I ask you a question?"

"No, you can't." Natasha was focused on setting up her new phone.

Glancing at her, Ross continued to probe, "I'm curious about something. Do you have any special needs to use this custom-made phone? Or is this how rich people flaunt their wealth and status?" Natasha gave him a look and replied calmly, "I have money to burn.”

"Ah, I see." Ross nodded as if he understood that wealthy people had some bizarre hobbies.

After turning on the phone, Natasha began setting up the system. Ross watched on from the side, looking intrigued by the process.

She did not spend too much time on the phone, simply reading some messages. Seeing that Ross was still beside her, she teased, "What is it? Do you want to play with the phone?"

Ross hurriedly shook his head. "Forget it. I can't afford to pay for it if I accidentally drop the phone."

Natasha immediately put her phone away.

Glancing at her, Ross inquired, "The one who gave you a ride today is your suitor, right? Ms. Watson, I know you're wealthy. However, you'd better keep a low profile. Otherwise, he might think he isn't good or rich enough for you."

Upon hearing that, Natasha pondered for a moment before replying, "I'm rich enough to support him."

Ross said, "You're too much..."

With that, he walked away with a glass of water. I also want to experience wealthy people's bizarre hobbies.

Looking at Ross' crestfallen expression when he returned, Thomas asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Ross looked back at Natasha and uttered, "It's nothing. I have a sudden thought of finding a rich woman."

After work, Natasha went home directly.

When she was resting on the couch, Terence also came back. "Grandpa, why are you alone? Where are the three little munchkins?"

Terence glanced at her and said with a sly smile, "Someone will bring them home later."

"Who is it?"

"You'll find out soon." With that, Terence went straight to the kitchen to prepare the meal.

Frowning, Natasha fished out her phone and sent a text to Denise: Who's taking you guys home?

Nevertheless, she did not receive a reply for a long time.

At that moment, Natasha's phone rang. Thinking it was Denise's message, she instantly picked up her phone and read it.

It was a message from an unknown number: Have you received the phone?

Natasha contemplated for a moment before replying: Yes. I've received it.

The other party texted: Okay. Call me if there's any problem.

Natasha replied: Don't blame me for what happens next if you try to locate me again.

The other party responded: I knew you'd found out.

Natasha texted: This is your final warning.

The other party replied: All right. I promise that this is the last time. Anyway, it didn't work out for me.

Without bothering to reply, Natasha directly blocked the number.

Just then, the door was pushed open. "Nat, we're back!"

Anthony and Benjamin entered the house first, followed by Zachary, who was carrying Denise in his arms.

Natasha was ready to rise to her feet to greet them. However, she was stunned upon seeing Zachary.

After putting Denise down, he stared at Natasha and asked, "Are you angry at me for suddenly showing up without notice?" "Why are you here?" Natasha probed.

"I was free today. I went to school and decided to send them home," Zachary explained.

At that moment, Terence came out of the kitchen. When he saw Zachary, he hurriedly greeted, "Please come in, Mr. Lynch."

"May I stay for a while?" Zachary asked.

"Of course, you may. I've bought some ingredients just to cook for you." Terence welcomed the down-to-earth Zachary with open arms. Furthermore, Terence wanted to find a trustworthy man for Natasha. Zachary glanced at Natasha. He would not go in without her permission.

She finally spoke up. "Come in."

Her permission put Zachary at ease. He walked inside with a smile. "Mr. Watson, these are some health supplements for you and some food for the children. Please accept them."

"Oh! How can I accept these when you helped us by bringing the children back home? You're too kind."

Smiling, Zachary replied politely, "That's because I want to try your cooking later."

Terence was impressed by his modesty. "All right. As long as you don't mind my cooking. Come in and take a seat. The dishes will be ready in a moment."

Only then did Zachary enter the house.


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