You're Out, Daddy novel (Natasha and Kenneth) novel Chapter 156

Watching her retreating figure made Kenneth feel suffocated.

He understood what he did was outrageous, and it would take a long time before she would forgive him.

But why can't she give me a chance?

Why... Why do you have feelings for Zachary?

Rage flowed through him like lava, and he was about to blow his top at any minute.

The next second, he balled his fist and slammed it on the steering wheel.

Beep! Beep!

The piercing sound of his car honk reverberated through the residential area.

Natasha, who was in the elevator, heard the incessant and loud honking, her heart throttling in response.

At night, the bar was full of people.

In the middle of the dance floor, men and women seductively moved their bodies in what appeared to be a desperate attempt to vent their daily stresses and dissatisfaction.

Kenneth, however, could hardly fit in. He sat at the bar table, and before him were numerous glasses of alcohol. One shot after the other, he kept chucking down the drinks without any restraint.

His phone wouldn't stop ringing, but Kenneth ignored it entirely. From the look of it, he had no intention of answering the calls.

His presence attracted many women who wanted to shoot their shots.

Expectedly, one would assume that Kenneth had a certain level of wealth, judging from how he looked and the way he dressed.

At the same time, there was a woman who stood in a corner and observed Kenneth for quite some time, thinking to herself that Kenneth's handsome face was rewarding enough for her to spend the night with him, irrespective of whether he was rich. The thought of it excited her, and she adjusted her dress to show more of her skin. Afterward, she walked toward him seductively.

“Hello, handsome. Are you alone?” She flirtatiously approached him. Even under the dim lights, her thick make-up managed to make her face glimmer sensuously.

Kenneth ignored her and didn't even lift his gaze to look at her.

The woman was not willing to give up. She inched closer toward him, and her slender hands started gliding across his shoulder intimately. “What's wrong? Are you not happy? Do you need my company, or are you more interested in something else?”

This time, Kenneth looked up and stared at her hand. His stare was glacial, and it sent chills down her spine.

“F*ck off,” he replied coldly.

The woman was taken aback. “B*stard!

Who do you think you are? Wait here. I'll teach you a lesson.” After finishing her sentence, the woman turned around and stormed off.

Kenneth seemed unfazed and continued drinking.

After some time, the woman came back accompanied by a buff, brawny man with tattoos all over his body. He looked tall and brutal, seemingly ready to pick a fight. The woman leaned on his chest in a kittenish manner. “Dear, he acted indecently toward me. Please teach him a lesson!”

“He sure has the audacity to do so! I'll make sure he never walks again,” the tattooed man threatened. He lifted his hand and five sturdy, ripped men appeared out of nowhere.

They started approaching Kenneth.

Even when danger was approaching, Kenneth appeared to be unbothered as he continued drinking his alcohol.

The tattooed man walked toward Kenneth and started sizing the latter up. Then, he toppled the glass held in Kenneth's hand. “You're the one who bullied my girlfriend?”

Staring at the spilled alcohol, Kenneth blinked his eyes slowly. Though his composure remained unchanged, the stare in his eyes turned even deadlier.

“Although I don't know who your girlfriend is, I'll give you a chance to apologize. If you refuse, I'll teach you a lesson.” Kenneth chuckled coldly.

The tattooed man burst into laughter. “Apologize? Am I hearing this right? Do you know who I am? I'm the boss here! I’ll let you live if I feel like it, and I can kill you if I want to.

“Is that so?”