Rebirth Of Vengeance

Chapter 257

On the other end. Declan laughed arrogantly and said, "Natalie, you're as easy to trick as ever. Just come over and take care of Mr. Wright to switch with me. The address is at the stadium dittside the city. I'll send it to you." Natalie refused, "No need, I know the place. And you keep dreaming, Mr. Simpson. In dreams, anything can happen. After saying this, she hung up.

According to Natalie's memory, the so-called Mr. Wright was George Wright. She remembered he loved to gamble, and he had a piece of land.

Back then, the person behind Jennifer bought the land and developed it into a vacation resort. A surprise hot spring emerged, making it a viral spot, and it secured major investments, carning billions. This took Jennifer and that person's business to new heights.

Natalie remembered the land belonged to George, who loved racing. She had met him before, so she decided to check it out. If it was the George she remembered, she'd be willing to take a chance. Natalie turned and went to the garage, took out a sports car, and drove off.

As Easton got into his car, he noticed the gates of Natalie's mansion slowly opening, and Natalie drove out in a red sports car. He frowned, wondering where she was headed so late. Easton decided to follow her. Natalie drove for forty minutes before reaching the racetrack outside the city.

Jason and Declan both loved racing. Declan was more fond of motorbikes. Jason's racing skills were better than Declan's.

When she got there, Natalie parked the car outside and walked in. From a distance, she could see the glow of lights not far away. The area was stacked with all kinds of tires.

Declan was tied up, hanging among the tires. His face was bruised, and even his nose had a few bloody scratches. The Simpsons were quite the lookers, all inheriting the best traits from Wendy and Nick. However, Declan resembled Wendy more, with little resemblance to Nick.

A few race cars were parked on the track, and five or six guys dressed in edgy fashion were standing nearby.

Their hair was dyed blonde, giving them a rebellious vibe. Their baggy pants swayed in the cold wind, and the clinking of their large gold chains was sharp in the night.

Declan shouted, "Natalie, you finally made it. Why did you take so long? Don't you know it's really cold in the mountains now?" He was shivering from the cold, glaring at Natalie. Natalie just gave Declan a brief glance, then looked at George sitting on a bench not far away.

George had his leg crossed, hands casually on his knee, leaning back in the chair with an air of elegance. His posture was relaxed, yet his presence was strong, watching her leisurely. Natalie took a closer look at him and recognized him right away. He was indeed George, the well-known heir in the Shagrity real estate circle.

the moment, the piece of land he held in the south of the city was the worst and least valuable. If Declan hadn't called her tonight, it wouldn't have been

ace cards up a few times. In this life, she wanted

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arrogant as the last.

breathtaking Natalie and laughed. He said, Declan, I didn't expect you to have such a stunning sister hidden away.

he keeps quiet, but once he speaks, he

looking like regal prince, but the moment they started talking,

already have a sister like Jennifer. Natalie

said, "Mr. Wright, I'll give this sister to you. Enjoy yourself however you want; don't go too far. She's the least favored in our

to her, we'll take care of it. It won't trouble you. Can

numb from pain, those words still

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your Simpson family is cruel, treating

destroy his sister to save himself. Someone like you isn't even worthy of being my opponent. Considering

pale. He stared at Natalie and said, "Natalie, you can't blame me for this. If you're going

take

suddenly burst

shivering in the cold yet still

I left the Simpson family long ago. I've signed the severance papers, cutting all ties with you.

I'm here to meet Mr. Wright. Why would I save a jerk like you,

favor for me to save you? Who do you think you are, the president himself? In my eyes, you're nothing more than