Bye-bye Trash! Hello Queen! novel Chapter 464

This sister was dispensable. He had never felt much affection for her anyway.

He smiled. “Mr. Woodard, She's yours now. Do whatever you want with her—it's not like she was ever welcome here in the first place.”

“Now, can you let me go, Mr. Woodard?”

Natalie’s heart had long gone numb, but hearing his words still sent a pang of pain through her.

Taylor stood up with a smile, looking at Colin in disbelief. “Tsk! Colin, they say you Scotts are vicious, that you treat your adopted daughter worse than a dog. I guess the rumors are true.”

“A grown man, willing to destroy his own sister just to save his own skin. A person like you isn’t fit to be my rival. It was my mistake to even consider you one. It’s an insult to me.”

Colin’s face turned pale as he stared at Natalie. “Natalie, you can’t blame me for this. Blame yourself for not being liked. Blame yourself for always competing with Joanna for everything, for trying to steal her man. You brought this on yourself. This is a gift from me.”

“Haha…” Natalie suddenly burst out laughing.

“Natalie, what are you laughing at?” He was shivering from the cold, but his attitude toward Natalie remained as hostile as ever.

Natalie’s sharp gaze fell on him. “Colin, I left the Scott family a long time ago. I signed the papers to sever all ties. We are done. If you’re still dreaming, it’s time to wake up.”

“I’m not here to see you. I’m here to see Mr. Woodard. Why would I save a piece of trash like you who gets his kicks from bullying me?”

“And you say letting me save you is a gift? Who do you think you are, God Almighty?”

“I already did, so what’s there to be afraid of? Colin, I told you, I have nothing to do with the Scott family. I’m not here to save you. Your dream needs to end.”

With that, she turned to Mr. Woodard. “Mr. Woodard, whether Colin lives or dies has nothing to do with me…”

“Natalie, how can you be so vicious…”

Natalie cut him off coldly. “You already said I’m vicious. Shouldn’t I live up to your expectations and be even more vicious? Did your father die? Or your mother? Why are you calling me when you’re about to die?”

“Natalie, you…” His chest tightened with anger, and he almost fainted. If he weren’t tied to the tires, unable to break free, he would have jumped up and hit Natalie.

But Natalie ignored him, turning instead to face Mr. Woodard’s handsome face. She smiled, her eyes bright, her tone light and provocative. “Mr. Woodard, I—Natalie—am here to challenge you.”