Not Twins (Natasha and Kenneth)
Chapter 55

• "Is that not the case?" Natasha questioned.

Liam shook his head and waved his hand dismissively. "Those are just rumors."

• Natasha went silent.

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However, neither Thea nor Kenneth denied the allegation.

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"Are you sure? Is there any chance of the information being wrong?” Natasha asked again to Liam with urgency.

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"That time when I almost got a heart attack out of anger, that brat had already told me it's not true. Those pesky reporters are spewing nonsense as usual,” Liam explained.

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Natasha nodded thoughtfully.

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"Where did you hear this from?" Liam asked.

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"I... forgot. Anyway, everyone seems to be talking about this, so..." After all, Kenneth never denied it.

Liam observed Natasha's expression. Then, he smiled and said, "That aside, I could see that the girl likes Kenneth because why would a girl stay in this country when her parents were living overseas? Moreover, the girl's family is quite well off too."

Natasha kept her mouth shut and didn't comment on this matter.

• "But I don't know how that brat, Kenneth, thinks of this," Liam added.

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Natasha sipped her coffee and maintained her smile. She did not express her thoughts on the matter as usual.

• At this moment, Liam turned to look at her before he spoke, "Did you refuse my gift because of this? Now that you know he had nothing to do with it, will you accept the car?"

• After beating around the bush for so long, he had finally reached the crux of the matter.

• "Old Mr. Hamilton, Thea is one thing, but she isn't the main reason for my refusal. I'm not sure how to break it to you, but I can't accept your gift."

• Liam's smile disappeared as it was replaced by lips pressed into a thin line. "Fine. If you don't want it, I'll give it to Terence. You can drive it or leave it unused for all I care." • Natasha was speechless.

• No matter how many times she persuaded him not to, Liam was adamant in his decision to buy a car for her.

• Natasha felt helpless.

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After chatting with Liam for about half an hour in the café downstairs, the older man left.

• The first instance Liam left the café, Natasha whipped out her phone and called Kenneth.

• On the first ring, Kenneth answered the call. Without wasting any time, Natasha said, "Old Mr. Hamilton has left the café."

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"Alright."

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"Did you read that message I sent you?"

• "Yes, I've read it."

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"Then, do you understand what I want?"

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"Mmm. Crystal clear."

"Good. I'll stop now." With that, Natasha hung up the phone.

After the call, Natasha went upstairs.

At the Programming Department, everyone was gathered around the heap of nutritious products on Natasha's table, gawking in awe. The moment Natasha arrived on that floor, the people dispersed. Despite that, a few of her colleagues who were on good terms with her stared starry-eyed at her.

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"Ms. Wealthy, who are you actually?" someone asked.

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Natasha pursed her lips before answering, "I'm just a nobody."

• At this moment, someone walked toward her and said, "Would someone like Old Mr. Hamilton meet you personally if you're a nobody? Moreover, other than giving you extremely expensive nutritious products, he even gave you a car?"

. "Well, it's a long story."

• "You can keep it short."

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Looking at them, Natasha contemplated for a moment before answering, "It's what all of you have guessed."

A few of the girls covered their mouths in astonishment. "Are you really Kenneth's half-sister?"

⚫ Natasha was stunned speechless.

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However, Natasha wasn't one to be eloquent in her speeches. Moreover, that matter wasn't something that could be explained in just a few sentences.

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What the hell?

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Despite thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't replace the right words to say.

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Hence, Natasha's silence seemed like an agreement with their conjecture.

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In the end, Natasha had to use a quite amount of effort to shut her colleagues up with the nutritious products as a bribe.

In the afternoon, a car was sent to the company.

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The shop manager had made a special delivery personally. "Ms. Watson, your car is here. Please sign here."

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Natasha looked at the person and went downstairs.

Quite a number of people from the Programming Department also went downstairs to watch the fun.

• "Wow, a Phantom!" Ross exclaimed and almost fainted from the shock. Fortunately, Thomas was right next to him and supported him from falling. "Calm down. The car is not even yours. What are you getting so excited for?"

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"Then, why are you getting weak in the knees?"

• "I am thinking hard right now. Did I ever offend Ms. Wealthy?"

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Xavier, who was standing on the side, stared blankly and said, "Then, it's all over for me. I have definitely offended her."

• The others went silent.

• As Natasha looked at the car, she walked to the curb and called Kenneth. "Do you have to flaunt your wealth like this?"

. "The car arrived?"

• "Didn't I tell you I don't want it? And didn't you say you got my message?" Natasha said in hushed tones.

• "Mmm, you did. But I never agreed to it, though."

Frowning, she fell speechless.

• From the other end of the phone, Kenneth continued calmly, "You know, Grandpa's health is not that good. If his sickness acted up again because I didn't do as he said, I would forever be labeled as an unfilial grandson!"

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"Then... what should I do with this?" Natasha said.

• "You can do whatever you want with it. If you don't like the model, exchange it. It's okay."

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"I really can't accept this," Natasha insisted.

• "Then, you can give the car to someone else. Anyway, I've done what my grandpa requested."

• Natasha fell silent.

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"I've got a meeting later. I'm hanging up." Right after saying that, the man hung up.

Natasha glared at the phone in her hand. Frustration bubbled in her so much that she felt like cursing.

Turning her head to look at the car, Natasha was deeply troubled.

"Ms. Watson, please sign this. I need to go back to my shop to settle some matters now," the shop manager said with a smile as he walked toward her. "Can I return this?" Natasha frowned.

• "Um... If you do this, not only will I lose my commission, I'll be fined too," the manager said.

• "Please take it back. You could sell it and return the money to the other party."

• "Ms. Watson, it'll take ages to sell the car off... You're making things difficult for me." After his words, he then handed the form to her the second time.

• After looking at the form for some time, Natasha finally gave in and signed it.

• With that, his job was done. The manager then happily returned to his shop with the form in hand.

Staring at the car in front of her, Natasha fell into deep thought.

• At this moment, Thomas and Ross quietly inched closer to Natasha. "Ms. Wealthy, it's the first time I see someone looking troubled when they receive something like this."

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"If you like it, I'll give it to you?" Natasha asked as she looked at Ross.

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Ross waved his hands hastily. "No, thank you. Although I do like it, I don't dare to take it out for a ride. I'm afraid Hamilton Corporation would go after me."

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Thomas piped in. "Ms. Wealthy, when are you taking us on a ride in your new car?"

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Natasha turned and threw the car keys at him. "Go now. Take it further away from me. I don't want to see it."

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However, Thomas was apprehensive about the prospect of driving it as he held the car keys. "No, no, no, I don't have the guts to drive this thing. Ms. Wealthy, your keys!" Then, he followed Natasha back to the company.

Standing by the side with his hands behind his back, Mark had a thoughtful face on the whole time he watched the car in the parking lot.

Hence, he came to a conclusion. When one wasn't sure of a person's background, one should never ever make a move against them because one would never know if it would come back and bite someone on their behind.

Initially, he thought that Kenneth had designs on Natasha, but now he knew they shared an unusual relationship in the past.

Thank God I didn't order Natasha to do anything against her will in the company. Otherwise, I can't imagine how deep in trouble I would be. No, I shouldn't be lax. I should ride on her coattails from now on!