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After Brenna treated Vincent at the hospital, Ethan personally drove her back.
“There’s a horse race today. Want to go and watch it?” he asked Brenna, standing beside his car.
Brenna glanced at him. “You are also going?” she asked.
She regretted the question the moment she asked it. Horse racing was a staple event among the elite, so of course, Ethan would be there. Sure enough, Ethan nodded. “Just going for the fun of it. We can go together,” he said.
Before long, they arrived at the racecourse.
The largest racecourse in Shirie spanned over five hundred thousand square meters, boasting top-tier facilities and a 1,600-meter track. Built by a group of wealthy investors, the place had cost billions, ensuring only the finest amenities.
Even the basic membership fee started at a million.
Ethan guided Brenna straight to the VIP section, which was tastefully decorated and stocked with an assortment of refreshments. The service was impeccable, and a crowd had already gathered by the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the riders and their horses.
Some guests were using electronic devices to place bets on their favorite competitors.
Just then, two staff members approached, each handing Brenna and Ethan a tablet.
Ethan and Brenna leaned in, scrolling through the list of competitors on the tablet.
“Just pick whoever catches your eye. Winning or losing doesn’t really matter,” Ethan said casually.
Just then, his phone rang. After answering the call, he returned the tablet to the staff member and turned to Brenna. “Something urgent came up. Stay here-I’ll be back soon.”
Brenna nodded. “Okay.”
“Didn’t expect to see you in a place like this.” A sharp, mocking voice echoed from behind Brenna. She turned to find Isabella and Jordy approaching, arms linked, glasses of red wine in hand.
Jordy looked at Brenna’s outfit, clearly noting its high quality.
He said, “You really move fast, don’t you? Barely three days after leaving the Barrett family, you’ve already latched onto a rich man. I don’t understand it-Mr. Mitchell could have any woman he wants. Why would he like someone like you?”
He laughed, his voice full of disdain.
Brenna glanced at him, irritated by his jabs. “And yet, despite knowing he likes me, here you are, daring to talk to me like that.”
Jordy’s expression darkened. He pointed at her furiously. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. With your looks, Mr. Mitchell won’t stay interested in you for more than a week. Care to bet on it?” he said.
Isabella’s bitterness only deepened. The Barrett family had invited Brenna to dinner yesterday, but she hadn’t even bothered to answer their call. She acted as if they didn’t matter at all. “Why waste time betting with her?” Isabella scoffed. “Let me tell you-Mr. Mitchell isn’t interested in her. She only got this far because she treated Mr. Mitchell’s grandfather. That’s the only reason he’s being nice to her. He only showed her around here. Didn’t you see him leave just now?” Her expression grew smug as she swirled the wine in her glass. “I thought he treated you specially, but I guess it’s nothing impressive after all. Brenna, I challenge you to participate in the race. Do you dare accept my challenge?” she said.
She was certain Brenna didn’t know how to ride a horse, and if Brenna tried, she’d only end up embarrassing-or even injuring-herself.
Isabella cast a disdainful glance at Brenna. In her eyes, there was nothing extraordinary about her. Sure, she had good looks, a bit of medical knowledge, and some design talent. But beyond that, there wasn’t much to her.
The Barrett family had raised Brenna for years, yet they had never invested in her growth-no extracurricular activities and no specialized training-nothing that nurtured her potential. Given that, the fact that Brenna had achieved any level of success in both design and medicine was surprising.
What irritated Isabella the most was Brenna’s so-called design talent. She had seen Brenna’s work, and in her opinion, it was mediocre at best. The Barrett Group specialized in mid-to-low-end auto parts, so naturally, Brenna had experience designing within that range. But high-end automobiles? That was an entirely different level. There was no way Brenna could handle that.
And as for Brenna’s medical skills, Isabella remained skeptical. It was probably just luck. Her parents had never even seen Brenna study medicine, so at most, she had a basic understanding. Nothing significant.
The thought of this made Isabella feel better. She eagerly waited for Brenna’s response and decided to push things a little further. With a smirk, she threw out a casual but pointed remark. “You can’t ride a horse, right?”
She then burst into laughter and looked at Brenna with evident disdain.
Jordy, just as arrogant, chimed in arrogantly, “I knew it! You can’t ride a horse! You should just stay by Mr. Mitchell’s side and continue to be useless.”
Brenna caught the smugness in their voices and felt a sharp urge to put them in their place. She tilted her head slightly and asked, “Do you both know how to ride?”
She had no doubt that Jordy could. After all, he came from a rich family, where horseback riding was a standard social skill learned from a young age. But Isabella? Her background wasn’t as privileged. If the rumors were true, her family was fairly ordinary and likely hadn’t had the means to cultivate such expensive hobbies.
Sure enough, Isabella’s confident smirk faltered for a split second. She exchanged a quick glance with Jordy, and something flashed in her eyes. But just as quickly, she lifted her chin and said, “Who says I don’t know how to ride a horse?”
The truth was, she had only started taking lessons last week. At best, she could manage a slow lap around the arena without falling off. But she wasn’t about to admit that.
Brenna raised an eyebrow. “Really? If your riding skills are that good, why isn’t your name on the competitor list?” she asked.
She had no idea how skilled Isabella actually was, but she deliberately provoked her, knowing it would put her in a difficult position. Isabella snorted and said, “I just didn’t want to waste my time competing with amateurs.”
Brenna saw right through her facade but pretended not to notice. With a sly smile, she said, “Is that so? You must be really skilled, then. In that case, I’ll sign you up, and we can compete. We’ll see who’s actually better.”
Isabella hesitated. Brenna was cornering her, but she didn’t want to accept the challenge. If she entered the competition, she would likely come in last. At this moment, she quickly glanced at Jordy for help.
Jordy immediately caught on to Isabella’s reluctance and stepped in, saying, “We asked if you could ride. Why are you dragging Isabella into this? If you can’t, just admit it. It’s no big deal. No one’s going to laugh at you.”
Brenna found the whole thing amusing. Did they really think she was that foolish? That she would fall for their cheap provocations so easily? She crossed her arms and tilted her head slightly. “Tell you what-if both of you participate, then I will, too. If not, I won’t, either. Why should I join the competition just because of a few words from you? I’m not that stupid.”
She met Isabella’s and Jordy’s gazes head-on and waited for their response.
Jordy and Isabella exchanged a glance. Knowing Isabella’s riding skills were lacking, Jordy leaned in and whispered to her, “Why don’t we just do it? I’ll be by your side in the competition. Nothing will go wrong.” He lifted an eyebrow, giving her a subtle signal.
Isabella hesitated, but the thought of seeing Brenna humiliate herself in front of everyone, especially Ethan, was too tempting. If Brenna embarrassed herself, Ethan might finally realize she wasn’t worth his attention and abandon her.
But for that to happen, she had to participate in the competition.
“Alright,” Isabella agreed. She was confident she’d get to watch Brenna fail.