Bye-bye Trash! Hello Queen! novel Chapter 83

Sebastian was becoming more and more intrigued by Natalie.

Boris stood silently to the side. They all knew the president’s unpresentable wife. The story was she was a country girl who hadn’t even finished high school. When they’d found her, she was covered in dirt. Even when she came to the city, she was just a scrawny, plain-looking girl with a dark tan.

They had no idea that in those two years, Natalie had not only completed her education but had also been cultivating rare medicinal herbs in the countryside. Who would have thought she was also a designer, let alone one capable of landing a design director position out of the blue? His wife was full of secrets.

“Sir, perhaps I should investigate. There might be a mistake.”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, his voice laced with a cold, dangerous edge. “Are you questioning my wife’s abilities?”

The question stunned Boris. It was the first time he had ever heard Sebastian acknowledge Natalie as his wife.

“Isn’t Ms. Sanders from the countryside? I heard she never graduated high school…”

“Have you ever met a high school dropout who’s fluent in foreign languages, has shocking medical knowledge, and is a top designer? Have you?” Sebastian asked, his tone deceptively casual.

Boris was speechless. When had the president ever defended Natalie? What was going on today? Hadn’t he always been infatuated with Ms. Scott?

Still, to become a design director at Q&N Collective, especially one brought in so suddenly, required real talent. He scoffed internally. He refused to believe it. Natalie had a pretty face; it wasn’t impossible she was just using her looks to get by. But even that excuse felt weak.

A thoughtful look crossed Sebastian’s face, a hint of a smile in his deep eyes. He really didn’t know his wife at all.

“You may leave,” he said coldly.

“Yes, sir.” Boris left, still skeptical.

Sebastian took out his phone and dialed Natalie’s number. It still wouldn’t go through.

Wendy shook her head. “Not at all. I kept myself busy. Did you manage to analyze the components of that medicine I gave you?”

Dylan’s expression turned grim. “Wendy, who is taking this?”

She avoided his gaze. “It doesn’t matter who. Just tell me what’s in it.”

Seeing her reluctance, he didn’t press further. “It contains a slow-acting poison. Over time, it induces symptoms similar to dementia—hair loss, memory decline, and confusion about people’s identities.”

Wendy froze, tears welling in her eyes. How could Nathan do this to her? That damn bastard.

She looked at Dylan’s kind, handsome face and pleaded, “Dylan, please, don’t tell anyone I was here today.”