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

Chapter 1088 The One Who Called The Shots

Watching as Anthony tapped away in front of the computer, the young man seemed skeptical and worried.

No matter how talented, how formidable could such a young child possibly be?

However, he was soon proven wrong. Just as that thought occurred to him, Anthony suddenly lifted his head from the computer and fixed his gaze directly on him.

The look in Anthony's eyes at that moment filled him with an indescribable sense of unease.

He instinctively averted his gaze and looked elsewhere.

Thalia glanced at him before shifting her gaze to Anthony. “Well?”

Anthony nodded at her.

In an instant, Thalia understood his meaning. She retracted her gaze and looked at the young man before her, a sneer splitting her beautiful face.

“Pal, are you confessing willingly, or shall this gun motivate you to confess?” Thalia asked, eyeing him. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

The young man was taken aback for a moment. Then, he shook his head at her. “I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Okay, then. Let me jog your memory. What did you do on a particular night a week ago?” Thalia enunciated, her eyes fixed on him.

The young man's brows furrowed. At the same time, a flicker of something complex flashed across his eyes. “I did too many things, but I'm not sure which you're referring to.”

Thalia laughed.

Her smile was utterly captivating.

Naturally, she could tell that the young man was leading her in circles.

However, she had never favored a hasty and commanding attitude, preferring to take things slow.

Looking at him, Thalia nodded slightly. “Do you need me to jog your memory again?”

The young man nodded. “Sure!”

“But if I do so, and your answer is incorrect or fails to satisfy me, I won't hesitate to put a hole in you!” Thalia warned softly.

The young man looked at Thalia, momentarily at a loss for words.

“Have you made up your mind?” Thalia asked.

“I... I really don't know what you're trying to ask me,” the young man muttered.

“Okay.” Thalia nodded, studying him with extreme patience. “That night, you added a person and posed a question.”

At that moment, the young man's expression stiffened.

After saying that, Thalia looked at him. “Well? Do you still need me to keep jogging your memory?”

The young man swallowed, keeping his eyes on her. “I—”

“Think carefully before you answer. Otherwise, my gun doesn't discriminate!” As Thalia spoke, her gun slowly drifted toward an inconsequential part of him.

Despite her gentle voice, the words out of her mouth were ruthless.

At that, the young man felt an indescribable fear within him because he knew she was capable of pulling the trigger.

After all, the part of him where her gun was pointed was a place that wouldn't kill him even if she fired a shot.

“What's the matter? Do you need to think it over?” Thalia asked. Then, she added, “I forgot to mention that I'm not a person with much patience.”

Sweat broke out on the young man's forehead. Yet, he remained silent while looking at Thalia.

“Anthony, turn around,” Thalia suddenly said to Anthony.

At that moment, Anthony stood just two meters away with a black bag on his shoulders. Upon hearing that, he retorted, “What, afraid you'll scare me?”

“I'm afraid I might splatter blood all over you.”

“That's bound to happen sooner or later.”

“Fine.” Without saying anything further, Thalia made to pull the trigger.

Although the young man didn't understand what they were saying, he seemed to sense something. The moment Thalia was going to fire, he immediately exclaimed, “Wait a moment!”

Thalia raised an eyebrow. “Is there something you need?”

“I'll talk. I'll tell you whatever you want to know, but can you at least let me die knowing why? Be direct with me.” The young man held Thalia's gaze.

Hearing that, Thalia turned her gaze to Anthony.

Anthony, however, narrowed his eyes slightly. Then, he proceeded to walk over. “Allow me to do the questioning.”

The young man's gaze immediately turned to Anthony.

“Since you understand Chanaean, I'll ask you in Chanaean,” Anthony stated, looking at him.

The young man's expression shifted subtly to surprise. His gaze on Anthony carried an indescribable complexity.

At that, Thalia was taken aback. “How did you know he understands Chanaean?”

“Otherwise, why do you think he suddenly begged you for mercy?” Anthony retorted.

Upon hearing that, Thalia turned his gaze to the young man and sneered, “So, that's how it is.”

The young man continued to feign ignorance, saying in Ustranian, “I don't understand what you two are saying.”

“Cut the act. I saw the Chanaean keyboard on your computer earlier, so you understand Chanaean,” Anthony declared.

“I really don't understand.” Still, the young man refused to admit to it.

Anthony didn't have the patience to engage in a drawn-out argument with him. He lifted his gaze and looked at Thalia. “Go ahead. A lesson is the only way to make him behave.”

The young man was clearly taken aback. He then quickly exclaimed, “I'll talk, I'll talk!”

Anthony and Thalia stared intently at him.

The young man was stunned for a moment. Looking at them, he took a deep breath before starting, “Okay, I admit I understand a bit of Chanaean.”

Seeing that he had admitted to it, Thalia interjected with a cold laugh, “You probably don't just understand a bit, huh?”

“I—”

“All right, I'm not interested in knowing about your proficiency in Chanaean. Since you're so smart, you should know why we're here,” Anthony said, getting straight to the point.

The young man looked at Anthony. “Every profession has its own rules. If I tell you everything you ask me... Wait!” He hadn't even finished his utterance when he saw Thalia raising the gun, and his expression immediately tensed. “Can't we just talk things out? Why resort to this?”

“Aren't we talking things out when we hadn't yet put a hole in you until now?” Thalia asked. In the next second, her voice turned sharp. “Let me tell you that my patience has run out. If you dare spout nonsense again, I'll fire right away!”

At her threat, the young man dared not say anything further.

Anthony looked at him. “I understand that you have your own principles to uphold, but I also have my own truth to seek. I can promise you that I won't tell anyone that you were the one who told me. However, if you choose not to speak, you will forever lose the opportunity to do so.”

He was still a child, but he possessed a natural authority that inspired trust in others.

With them here at the same time, I can sense that he's actually the one taking the lead in this matter.

Following that thought, the young man looked at Anthony. “Are you sure?”

“You can try me.”

The young man took a deep breath before looking at him. “Okay, I can tell you, but on one condition.”

“Do you think you're in the position to make demands?” Thalia retorted, looking at him.

The young man remained silent, his gaze fixed on Anthony since he could tell that the latter was the one who called the shots.

Anthony narrowed his eyes briefly and held his gaze. “What is it?”

“I can tell you are either wealthy or of high social status. I want money, lots of it,” the young man said.

Anthony's eyes remained on him. “That depends on the value of the information you provide.”

“I may not know how you found this place, but the fact that you did means there's definitely something here you want.” The young man looked at Anthony with an air of certainty.