Hearing her question, Colinughed arrogantly. "Natalie, you''re as easy to fool as ever. Come over, take good care of Mr. Woodard, and I can go home. The address is the racetrack outside the city. I''ll send it to you."


    "No need," Natalie cut him off. "I know the ce. And you can keep dreaming, Mr. Scott. In your dreams, you can have anything you want."


    With that, Natalie hung up.


    Mr. Woodard. She knew the man loved to gamble and that he owned a piece ofnd.


    In her previous life, Joanna''s backer had bought thatnd, developed a resort, and then a hot spring miraculously appeared, turning it into a viral tourist spot. The investment pulled in hundreds of millions.


    It had elevated Joanna and her backer''s business to a new level. She remembered that the man was a wealthy scion who loved to race cars.


    She had seen him before. She decided to go check it out. If it was the same Mr. Woodard, she could take a gamble herself.


    Natalie turned and headed to the garage, taking a sports car out for the night.


    After getting into his car, Sebastian watched as the gates to Natalie''s vi slowly opened. He saw Natalie drive out in a red sports car, and his brow furrowed. Where was she going sote at night?


    Sebastian started his car and followed her.


    After a forty-minute drive, Natalie arrived at the racetrack outside the city.


    Jerome and Colin both loved racing, but Colin preferred motorcycles.


    Colin''s skills were no match for Jerome''s.


    When she reached her destination, Natalie parked outside and walked in.


    In the distance, she could see bright lights.


    There were piles of tires stacked nearby.


    Colin was tied up by his hands, hanging from a stack of tires. His face was already bruised, with several bloody scratches on the bridge of his nose.


    But the Scotts were all blessed with good looks, inheriting the best features from Wendy and Nathan. Only she resembled Wendy but looked nothing like Nathan.


    Several race cars were parked on the track, and beside them stood five or six men dressed like wannabe gangsters.


    Their hair was bleached blond, and they had a thuggish air about them. Their baggy pants pped in the cold wind, and their thick gold chains clinked in the darkness, making a jarring sound.


    “Natalie, you''re finally here! What took you so long? Don''t you know it''s freezing in


    the mountains right now?"


    Colin, shivering from the cold, red at her.


    Natalie merely nced at him before turning her attention to the handsome young man sitting on a stool nearby.


    He had his legs crossed, hands


    sped over his knee. The man


    leaned back in his chair, exuding an air of noble indifference. His rxed posture couldn''t hide his


    Commanding presence as h


    observed her.


    Natalie studied him carefully. Yes, it was him. This was Taylor, the heir to Yaro''s real estate empire.


    Everyone respectfully called him Mr. Woodard.


    He was a true scion, born with a silver spoon in his mouth.


    Right now, the piece ofnd he owned at the foot of East Hill was considered the


    worst and most worthless property he held.


    If it hadn''t been for Colin''s call tonight, getting a chance to meet this heir would have been nearly impossible.


    She had already torn up several of Joanna''s trump cards. In this life, she was determined to see how Joanna could possibly act as arrogantly as she had in the


    Taylor looked at the stunningly


    beautiful Natalie and smiled. "Colin, I


    didn''t realize you were hiding such a


    beautiful sister. She''s not just


    beautiful, she''s a goddess.


    He would have been better off not speaking. His wordspletely ruined his refined image.


    Some people were like that. Sitting there, he looked like a high and mighty prince, but the moment he opened his mouth, he sounded like a street thug.


    Colin looked at Natalie. It was a pity. He already had Joanna for a sister.