Chapter 60


    Meanwhile, Keh got into the car that had arrived at the hospital’s entrance.


    Fabian yawned and asked, “Where to, Mr. Hamilton?”


    “I’ll go home and change first and will go to the office after that.”


    Fabian then hit the road.


    “Where’s the phone?” Keh asked.


    Fabian immediately fished out the phone and handed it over. “Here you go. The battery’s fully


    charged.”


    Keh switched on the phone and started scrolling.


    Fabian asked while driving, “How is Ms. Jarman’s father?”


    “He’s all right.”


    Suddenly, something else popped up in Fabian’s mind. “There’s something I feel I should tell you,


    but I don’t know how to put it-”


    “What is it?” Keh switched on the phone and received quite a number of notifications, but his


    eyes were drawn to Natasha’s message.


    “It’s about you and Ms. Jarman. Yesterday, I-”


    “Hold on!” Keh cut in before Fabian could finish his sentence. He then picked up the phone


    and made a call.


    Natasha, who had just woken up, noticed Keh’s name on her phone. She did not feel like


    talking to him but eventually still answered his call. “What?”


    “Natasha, where on earth did you get those money?”


    “I robbed the bank.”


    Her answer rendered Keh speechless. “You didn’t take Old Mr. Watson’s money, did you?”


    “Excuse me? Do you think I’m that kind of person?” Natasha retorted.


    Keh began to realize he did not know much about Natasha. “How did you know my bank


    ount number?”


    “Have you forgotten we were married? I don’t know you well, but I’ve seen your card before.


    Remembering the numbers, to me, is just a piece of cake. Don’t underestimate a programmer’s


    ability,” she replied.


    Once again, Keh was at a loss for words.


    Instead of exchanging words with that woman, Keh hanged up on her in a fit of anger.


    When Natasha was relieved that a great weight was off her shoulders, Keh sent her a text:


    I’ve returned you the money. Please check.


    The message rendered Natasha speechless.


    Before she could send him a reply, Keh texted another message: I’ve canceled the card. Look


    for Grandpa if you want to return the money.


    Natasha was at a loss for words. This man is just trying to unt his wealth.


    After sending thest text message, Keh leaned on the chair and knitted his brows. I guess I


    don’t really know much about that woman.


    To Keh, the Natasha he knew was a boring yet feisty country bumpkin who did not have good


    taste in anything. But he had no idea who she was and where did she work.


    Keh could not help but ask: “Do programmers make a lot of money?”


    Fabian answered, “Em, that’s what I heard.”


    “How long would a programmer take to earn ten million?” Keh queried again.


    Fabian thought about it. “I think programmers earn a lot, but they’re not super wealth. It might take


    them ten to twenty years to earn that amount.”


    Keh frowned at the exnation. “If that’s the case, where did Natasha get that money?”


    Fabian responded with a wry smile. “I don’t think I have the answer to your question, Mr.


    Hamilton.”


    Keh knitted his brows and went deep in thought.


    “Is Ms. Watson that rich?” Fabian asked.


    Instead of answering his question, Keh looked at him. “Fabian.”


    “Yes, Mr. Hamilton?”


    “Investigate Natasha for me. Get me all the details about this woman, especially the things she did


    in thest couple of years. I want to get to the bottom of her identity.”


    “Are you sure you want to peer into Ms. Watson’s life like this? Doesn’t seem like a good move,


    though,” Fabian expressed his concern.


    Keh shot a nce at him, causing Fabian to shudder. “But I believe you’re doing this because


    you’re concerned about Ms. Watson’s life in the past. All right, I got it. I’ll see to it, Mr. Hamilton.”


    Keh then looked away. “I’ll take a nap now. Wake me up when you arrive.”


    “Sure.”


    Keh then closed his eyes and took a nap.


    Fabian heaved a sigh of relief.


    Keh took a quick bath after he had arrived at his condominium. He then changed into a fresh


    pair of clothes and went straight to the office.


    While Keh was conducting a meeting, Fabian entered the conference room and whispered in


    his ear. Keh frowned and said, “Let’s call it a day.” He then stood up and left.


    Fabian followed him and went straight to his office.


    The two men saw Natasha sitting on the chair as if she had waited for quite some time.


    There was a box beside her.


    Keh fixed his gaze on the woman as he walked past her.


    Natasha turned around on the chair. “I hope I didn’t disturb you.”


    “What do you mean?” Keh asked.


    “The car is downstairs,” Natasha said.


    Keh looked at him. “I told you to send the money to Grandpa.”


    “I wouldn’t havee here if I knew how to deliver the money to Old Mr. Hamilton,” Natasha said.


    “What makes you think I’ll ept the money?”


    “You have to.” Natasha lifted the box and put it on his desk. “I’m giving you two options—I either


    leave the car or leave the money here.”


    Needless to say, the box was full of stacks of cash.


    Fabian, who was standing behind her, could not believe his eyes. “Ms. Watson, are those cash?


    I’ve seen those figures on screen before but never in banknotes. Can I have a look?”


    “Sure!” Natasha said.


    When Fabian was about to take a step forward, Natasha said, “Take a good look at the money,


    and convince your boss to ept it.”


    Fabian looked in Keh’s direction, and the side-eye Keh gave him sent a chill down his


    spine.


    “I’m going to leave you two here now,” Fabian said and walked away.


    There were only Keh and Natasha left in the office.


    “Make your choice.” Natasha looked into the man’s eyes.


    Keh walked over, sat opposite her, and lolled in the chair. “I told you to deliver the money to


    Grandpa.”


    Natasha propped her palms against the desk. “Did your grandpa ask you to do this, or you simply


    don’t care about the money? Old Mr. Hamilton doesn’t want the money, and you don’t want the


    money either?”


    “What do you think?” Keh asked in return.


    Natasha narrowed her eyes. “Unless you have an ulterior motive?”


    Keh kept mum and stared at her.


    Natasha gazed into his eyes for a moment before asking him another question, “Unless you have


    feelings for me?”


    Keh responded with a cursoryugh. “Did you be narcissistic because you think you look


    prettier now?”


    “I look prettier?” Natasha retorted.


    Ehm-


    Keh froze for a moment as he did not expect her to shoot him that question. Instead of


    before.”


    Natasha was not annoyed by his answer. She heaved a sigh of relief. “I’m relieved to hear that.


    Well, if that’s the case—you want the money or the car?”


    “What if I don’t want both?”


    “I’ll decide on your behalf then.” Natasha ced the car key in front of him and said, “Here. Let’s


    notplicate things anymore.” She left his office after giving him a nce.


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    “If I were to tell you I’m interested in you, would you keep the car?” Keh asked all of a sudden.


    That question stopped Natasha in her tracks.