Just when Natasha was about reply to Anthony's remark, a figure walked in from outside.
“What's there for me to do if you're keeping my wife company?” On the heels of that, a low and deep voice drifted into the dining room.
Hearing that, the few people present snapped their eyes up and cast their gazes out.
Kenneth strolled in with great strides, his pace steady and his expression proud, looking as though a lofty king who had the world beneath his feet.
At the sight of him, Anthony lowered his gaze a fraction.
Conversely, a smile promptly bloomed on Denise's face, and she appeared to be over the moon. “Daddy!”
In response to her cheerful greeting, Kenneth dipped his head in acknowledgment. Then, he went over to Natasha. Upon seeing Denise seated there, he ordered, “Move over.”
That rendered Denise speechless.
Nonetheless, she still shifted over slightly with much reluctance.
After Kenneth sat down, he fixed his gaze on Natasha as though she was the only person who existed for him.
Seeing that, Denise frowned in disgruntlement. “Daddy.”
At her voice, Kenneth turned and looked at her, asking in a murmur, “What's wrong?”
Pouting, Denise whined in dissatisfaction, “You've changed.”
“Changed? How so?” Kenneth questioned.
“In the past, you always scooped me up when you saw me. But now, you're only concerned about Nat,” Denise groused aggrievedly, sticking her lower lip out.
Following that complaint, Kenneth pondered for a moment. “Is that so?”
“Of course! Back then, you even said that I was your darling. Is this how you treat your darling now?” Denise demanded.
As Thalia ate while listening in at the side, she almost spat out the food in her mouth on reflex.
When Kenneth swept his gaze over, she did not bother holding back, saying to Denise, “All men are liars. Yet, you believed him? Besides, he only called you darling back then for the opportunity to approach your mommy through you. You've been fooled.”
Hearing that, Denise jerked her head over and stared right at Kenneth. “Is that true, Daddy?”
“Of course not. Some people just can't stand seeing others live in harmony as a family, so don't listen to her nonsensical talk,” Kenneth denied. Reaching out, he scooped her up and placed her on his lap.
“I...” Thalia wanted to riposte that, but she abruptly stopped short. With her eyes pinned on the man, she enunciated, “Exactly. I can't stand seeing you all live in harmony, so I'll surely mess things up for you!”
Kenneth merely snorted a bark of laughter, wholly unworried about it. He trained his eyes on Denise. “Did you hear that? Therefore, never believe other people's attempts to sow discord.”
However, Denise curled her lips. “How are you going to prove it, then, Daddy?”
Kenneth deliberated for a while before taking something out of his pocket. “How about this?”
The item on his palm resembled a bracelet and looked incredibly cool yet exquisite. Curious, Denise snagged it from him. “What is this? A bracelet?”
“Yeah.” Kenneth nodded.
Denise fiddled with it. “What a unique design!”
Thalia had her eyes lowered as she ate. Only when she heard Denise's exclamation did she lift her eyes and cast her gaze over. The instant she saw the bracelet in the latter's hand, her brows furrowed.
“Is that Stealth?” she queried.
Right as her question rang out, everyone swung their gazes over, including Kenneth. He eyed her placidly. “You know your stuff.”
“If I don't even know that, I might as well retire from my line of work!” Thalia scoffed. Raising her eyes, she bore them into the man. “How did you get it?”
Kenneth said nothing.
Meanwhile, Denise alternated her gaze between them, realizing from Thalia's reaction that the bracelet was extraordinary.
“What is Stealth?” Denise asked.
“Stealth stands for stealth weapon. A seemingly insignificant and ordinary item may be a stealth weapon with many functions. It's made by the renowned K in the underground world. Rumor has it that he only makes one a year. How unexpected!” The look in Thalia's eyes as she studied Kenneth was tinged with surprise.
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