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

Denise was also listening, her brows furrowed with concern. "Do you think something might have happened to Nat?"

Benjamin also furrowed his brows. He had his suspicions, but fearing that Denise would worry, he still reassured her, "Don't worry. Isn't Daddy and Tony there too? For now, apart from being a bit unusual, there isn't anything particularly suspicious. I'll ask Tony later. Maybe he knows something!"

Upon hearing this, Denise nodded in agreement.

"Let's go and find Nat!" Benjamin suggested.

Denise nodded, then followed along.

"By the way, where's Tony?" Benjamin asked.

"I don't know. He was gone when I woke up," Denise said.

"Could it be that he went to find Magus?" Benjamin wondered.

Denise shook her head, indicating he didn't know.

"Forget it. It's his business anyway. I won't stick my nose into it," Benjamin said.

With that, the two of them headed toward the yard.

Inside the bar, Thalia sat at the counter, drinking one glass after another. Her face was flushed and her eyes were vacant. She wanted to drown her sorrows in alcohol, but for some reason, she just couldn't get drunk no matter how much she drank.

Her mind was filled with Spencer's words. She had tried so hard, yet for some reason, she still couldn't win his heart.

After she downed a shot, a bitter smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

At that moment, she truly wanted to give up.

Before that, she would probably have left without a second thought. But now, she couldn't leave even if she wanted to.

Natasha had become like that because of her. She simply couldn't leave just like that.

Mired in her dilemma, Thalia kept pouring one drink after another.

At that moment, her phone on the table flashed incessantly.

Looking at the notification of an incoming call, she had absolutely no intention of answering the phone.

The phone screen lit up over and over again, causing Thalia to feel increasingly irritated. Just as she was about to reach out and turn off the phone, the name Nat caught her eye, causing her hand to pause mid-air.

She could ignore anyone's call, but Natalie's was the one she wanted to answer.

After a moment of hesitation, she picked up her phone, pressed the answer button, and immediately put it to her ear.

"Hey..." Her voice was languid.

"Thalia, where are you?" Natasha asked directly over the phone.

Thalia lifted her glass and downed another shot before speaking, "What's up? I'm not at home."

"I heard from Denise that you had an argument with Spencer?" Natasha asked.

"An argument? No, what's there to argue about? Arguing is for those who are in love, but him... he's nothing!" Thalia said, emphasizing each word.

Natasha noticed something off about Thalia's voice. "Your voice sounds strange, have you been drinking?"

Thalia chuckled. "Mmm-hmm, I had a little bit to drink..."

"By yourself?"

"Yes, all these years, I've always been on my own!" said Thalia.

"Thalia, where are you? I'll send someone to get you," said Natasha.

"No need. I'll drink for a short while more before heading back!" said Thalia.

"Thalia..."

"Nat, I'm sorry." Suddenly, Thalia began to apologize.

Natasha was taken aback. "Why are you apologizing? What's going on?"

"I already know... I know that you gave me the antidote, Nat. I..." Thalia's eyes suddenly welled up with tears, her voice choking with emotion.

Natasha probably guessed as much and spoke up directly. "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Give me the address, I'll come and pick you up myself."

"Pick me up? After all the trouble I've caused you, why would you still want to do that?"

"Thalia, this is not your fault. Give me the address..."

Thalia suddenly took a deep breath, "Don't worry, I'm fine. Once I've had my fill of drinks, I'll head back. I won't leave. Until you're better, I won't be going anywhere..."

"Thalia..."

"Hey, lady, are you alone?" Suddenly, a man's flirtatious voice echoed from the other end of the phone.

After glancing at the other person, Thalia didn't bother to acknowledge them as she continued speaking on the phone tipsily, "Nat, you should get some rest. I'll be home soon." "Would you like a drink, miss?" the man asked persistently.

Thalia took a deep breath and turned her head to look at the person with a hazy look in her eyes. "Get lost."

"What did you say?" The other person clearly didn't expect that.

"Did I not make myself clear enough?" Thalia asked, "Since you have a problem with your hearing, let me repeat myself. Get lost!"

What followed was the sound of shattering glass.

Natasha's heart clenched as she spoke into the phone. "Thalia?"

However, the call just ended abruptly.

Thalia immediately turned off her phone and tossed it aside. As she turned her head to look at the man next to her who was smashing glasses, a mocking smile flashed across her face. "Wow, that's impressive! Smashing cups when you're angry is such a show of power!"

"You" The man was clearly infuriated.

"What about me?" Thalia asked, her face darkening instantly. "Let me tell you, I'm not in a good mood today, so it's best not to provoke me. Otherwise, you won't like what I'm going to dish out." Looking at Thalia, a frail woman who had drunk a lot by herself, the man was clearly provoked. He stepped forward, reaching out his arm as he mocked, "I'm curious to see what you have in store for me...” Before his hand could even touch Thalia's shoulder, she immediately reached out to restrain him as if she had eyes at the back of her head. The man clearly didn't expect it as his brows furrowed from the pain. "You-"

At that moment, Thalia slowly turned around, her hand still grabbing onto the man's hand. Her eyes darkened to a frightening extent. "I told you that I'm not in a good mood today. Don't mess with me. Why won't you listen?"

The man's face was flushed red, but his eyes still brimmed with anger. "Let... Let go."

"What if I refuse?" Thalia asked him nonchalantly.

At that moment, the man turned around and shouted at a few people not too far away. Seeing this, they immediately stood up and started walking over.

Thalia looked at them, a sneer emerging from the corners of her mouth. "I was wondering why you were so confident. So, you've got backup, huh?”

With a steely gaze, she addressed them. "It's been quite some time since I got my hands dirty, and coincidentally, I'm not in the best of moods today. Since you insist on asking for trouble, I'm not going to hold back!"

With that, she let go of the person she was holding, stood up, and promptly removed her cropped jacket. Underneath it, she was wearing a black, tight-fitting off-shoulder top that revealed her curves and beautifully sculpted collarbone.

After tossing her top aside, Thalia picked up a glass of wine from the table and downed it in one gulp.

She then turned to look at them. "So, are you going to take turns or come at me all at once? I suggest all of you attack together because doing so individually is just too boring."

Thalia's tone had reached the pinnacle of arrogance.

The few men covered in tattoos looked at each other. "Since she's the one asking for all of us to attack at once, she can't blame us when she regrets it!"

Subsequently, the men strode toward Thalia step by step, as if they were demons bearing down upon her.