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Brenna calmly took the tablet from a staff member, pulled up the registration screen, and handed it to Jordy. She watched as he filled in both his and Isabella’s names, then handed the tablet back.
With a smirk, Jordy said to Brenna, “Your turn to sign up.”
Brenna’s smile widened, and she was unable to hide her satisfaction. “Oh, I’ve already signed up,” she said.
Jordy and Isabella froze. Their expressions then darkened as realization dawned on them. “You played us!”
Brenna chuckled, completely unbothered. “You never asked if I had already registered, so it doesn’t count as tricking you. If you regret it, it’s fine. At worst, the local elite will hear that you both signed up for the equestrian competition but didn’t compete. No big deal. People might laugh at you for a day or two… But don’t worry. They will soon forget about the matter.”
Isabella snorted and crossed her arms. “Don’t get too cocky! My parents told me they never signed you up for riding lessons, so you can’t ride at all. You’re going to lose badly today. How much better can you really be than me? Let’s see if Mr. Mitchell still wants you after you embarrass yourself.”
Brenna simply nodded, unfazed. “See you at the competition,” she said. Without another glance at them, she turned and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window to watch the ongoing competition below.
Meanwhile, Isabella’s confidence wavered. She tugged on Jordy’s sleeve and whispered, “I’ve only had two riding lessons. What if I embarrass myself? Jordy, I’m scared to really participate in the competition. What should I do?”
Jordy couldn’t come up with a better plan, so he said to Isabella, “Let’s check out the stables first and find you a calm horse. Safety comes first.”
After weighing their options, this seemed like the most practical choice. Just then, a staff member approached, handing them a tablet. “Would you like to place a bet? We offer options of twenty, two hundred, two thousand, and twenty thousand, all with ten-to-one odds.”
Aside from watching the races, betting was another major attraction for the wealthy.
Isabella’s interest was immediately piqued. She said to Jordy, “Let’s see who’s competing this time.”
She and Jordy browsed through the profiles of the riders, recognizing several names and horses. One name, in particular, excited Isabella-Alex Espinoza from Orwall. Alex had dominated the equestrian circuit for the past two years without a single loss.
“Jordy, I’m placing my bet on Alex!” Isabella declared, pulling out her bank card. But just as she was about to place her bet, she noticed Brenna’s name on the list. Unlike the others, whose profiles were filled with past achievements, Brenna’s was completely blank.
To Isabella’s astonishment, someone had actually placed a bet on Brenna to win.
She burst into laughter. “Oh, this is hilarious! Someone really wasted their money betting on Brenna to win,” she said.
Jordy sneered, “That person must have lost their mind.”
Still chuckling, Isabella sauntered over to Brenna, pointing at the betting screen with amusement. “Brenna, I’m dying to know-which idiot placed a bet on you? Wait… Don’t tell me it was you?”
Brenna answered without hesitation, “Yeah, it was me. So what? How can you be so sure I won’t win?”
Isabella rolled her eyes. “If you actually win, I’ll livestream myself eating my hat,” she said.
Brenna simply glanced at her, unimpressed. She replied, “Better start preparing for your livestream. I’ll make sure to watch it.”
Done with the conversation, Brenna signaled for a staff member to escort her to the stables to select a horse.
Meanwhile, the staff member turned back to Isabella. “Would you like to place your bet now?”
Without hesitation, Isabella handed over her card. “Put my bet on Alex-twenty thousand per bet, one hundred bets.” If Alex won, she would walk away with twenty million.
Jordy followed suit, placing five hundred bets on Alex.
The two then made their way to the stables together.
Meanwhile, on the third floor, Ethan kept a sharp eye on the stock market. He had hundreds of companies, and lately, someone had been aggressively buying up the Mitchell Group’s stock. Uncertain of their intentions, he remained vigilant, prepared to step in at the first hint of a problem.
Standing beside Ethan, Neville handed him a cup of coffee before picking up the tablet next to Ethan. “Mr. Mitchell, I noticed Miss Harper is competing as well. Should we place a bet on her?” he asked.
Ethan gave a nod. “Ten thousand bets.”
Neville hesitated, visibly surprised. “It’s her first competition. Aren’t you worried about losing the bet? Ten thousand bets mean putting two hundred million on the line.”
“I believe in her.” Ethan glanced outside and saw that the first race had already begun. The crowd erupted in cheers as they placed bets, their excitement growing with each passing moment.
The massive display screen showed an unfamiliar competitor taking the lead on a new horse.
Just then, Ethan’s phone rang. He answered the call on speaker. The person on the other end of the line said, “Mr. Mitchell, Miss Harper has arrived at the stables. Would you like to join her?”
Keeping his eyes on the computer screen, Ethan responded, “I see. Let her use my horse. I’ll be down shortly.”
His focus remained on the stock market as someone continued purchasing the Mitchell Group’s stock, pushing it to its limit up.
He believed there must be something amiss about this.
Neville still tried to persuade Ethan, saying, “Are you sure you don’t want to consider betting on Alex? Miss Harper’s odds of winning aren’t exactly promising.”
If Brenna lost, it would mean forfeiting two hundred million.
Ethan said nothing, his silence final. Neville sighed softly. There was nothing more to say. In the grand scheme of things, two hundred million was a mere drop in the ocean for Ethan.
In the stables, Brenna arrived to find Rosie, Sylvie, and Vivian already suited up in their riding gear, exuding confidence and elegance.
A handsome staff member stood before Rosie, his tone filled with deference and admiration. “Miss Harper, this horse belongs to Mr. Mitchell. He has given you permission to use it.”
The racetrack operated on an exclusive membership system, with entry fees starting at one million. Members enjoyed unrestricted access to races, the ability to place bets, and the option to stable their own horses-though that came at an even higher cost.
Ethan wasn’t just a member; he was a top-tier VIP and a shareholder here. His decision to offer his horse to Rosie hinted at a special connection, which explained the staff member’s eagerness to please Rosie.
Rosie’s excitement was evident when she heard that, and Sylvie and Vivian were equally delighted.