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The horse, spooked, bolted down the track, leaving Isabella sprawled on the ground, tears spilling down her face.
She had narrowly avoided being trampled.
Dazed and struggling to her feet, she staggered toward the sidelines-only to find herself directly in the path of two galloping horses. Brenna and Rosie thundered past her on their horses, completing their lap. Just then, Rosie’s whip sliced through the air, nearly hitting Isabella. Isabella gasped, frozen in fear, before collapsing into fresh sobs. The crowd erupted in mocking laughter. They believed Isabella had deeply embarrassed their country.
When Isabella attempted to move again, another wave of seven horses thundered past, forcing her to recoil in fear.
Jordy, still on horseback, felt the sting of humiliation. He felt as if the entire audience were mocking him.
He was relieved that at least he hadn’t waited for Isabella at the starting line. If people linked them together, he would be dragged into the disgrace, tarnishing his family’s name in the process.
As soon as the track cleared, Isabella anxiously glanced behind her. Seeing no more oncoming horses, she scrambled off the field in a desperate rush.
But even when she reached the stands, the humiliation didn’t end.
People pointed at her, their gazes filled with scorn and disgust. Then it hit her-she had never wanted to race in the first place. Brenna had pushed her into this!
She turned her glare toward Brenna, who was leading the competition, resentment burning in her chest.
Why was Brenna’s horse so fast? Why hadn’t it stumbled? Why hadn’t Brenna fallen off her horse?
Isabella seethed, cursing Brenna in her mind, silently wishing Rosie-who was just behind Brenna-would catch up, overtake Brenna, and lash her with the whip until she could no longer ride.
Meanwhile, Brenna’s popularity was skyrocketing. The stands erupted in cheers, and bets on her soared. She was now a greater favorite than some of the top competitors, second only to Alex.
From a third-floor window, Ethan’s attention drifted from his work, his gaze locking onto Brenna as she raced. A faint smile played at his lips.
Brenna was really amazing.
Her equestrian skills were beyond impressive.
Rosie, trailing in second place, had already used her whip five times. According to the rules, she couldn’t use it again until the final stretch. But no matter how hard she pushed, the gap between her and Brenna only widened.
Ethan had already noticed that Rosie was riding his horse, and his expression darkened. There was nothing he could do about it now. What troubled him more was how Brenna might perceive the situation. He had intended for Brenna to ride his horse, but it had ended up with Rosie.
Gripping his phone tightly, he kept his eyes fixed on Brenna.
He believed Brenna would think he valued Rosie more than her. The thought unsettled him deeply. Why hadn’t he made things clear to the stable manager earlier? If he had, this wouldn’t have happened.
Standing beside Ethan, Neville noticed Ethan’s dark expression-his brow furrowed, veins prominent as he gripped his phone tightly. It was clear Ethan was displeased.
He quickly said, “Mr. Mitchell, I’ll handle this personally. I’ll make sure Miss Brenna Harper rides your horse in the finals.”
Ethan’s cold eyes flicked to Neville before he turned away without a word.
Taking that as his cue, Neville said nothing further. Without hesitation, he turned and left, determined to correct the mistake at once.
Rosie clenched her teeth in frustration as she realized there was no way to close the gap. With only one lap remaining, overtaking Brenna was impossible. She had already used up her allotted whip strikes, leaving her with only one option-securing second place.
Her horse galloped at an unforgiving pace, hooves thundering against the track. She couldn’t afford a single mistake-one wrong move, and she’d be thrown off.
Glancing back, she spotted Sylvie and Vivian trailing behind her, with Brenna gaining ground. Narrowing her eyes, she shot Sylvie and Vivian a look, silently relaying her message.
The two caught on instantly.
Sylvie flicked her whip a few times, drawing a smirk from Rosie. Under her breath, Rosie muttered darkly, “Brenna, don’t think you can win easily this time.”
Ahead, Jordy rode in sync with Sylvie and Vivian, the three close. Brenna, however, paid them no mind. She focused solely on the finish line, urging her horse forward as she closed the distance.
Vivian, positioned on the outer edge, felt Brenna’s presence looming behind her. A wicked grin spread across her face. Without hesitation, she swung her whip in a wide arc, aiming it directly at Brenna’s face.
Brenna reacted instantly, leaning sideways and dodging the strike with ease. She shot Vivian a sharp glare. “Vivian, what the hell are you doing? That nearly hit me!” she exclaimed.
Vivian met her gaze, unbothered. Instead of retreating, she angled her horse closer. She had no shot at placing in the top three, but if she couldn’t win, she sure as hell wouldn’t let Brenna take first place. Her horse’s tail swished dangerously close to Brenna’s horse’s face, forcing Brenna to rein in slightly, slowing down.
Up ahead, Sylvie took advantage of the moment, steering her horse directly into Brenna’s path, blocking her.
Jordy watched the scene unfold, his smirk widening. Brenna had humiliated him before the race, making him a laughingstock in front of his peers. Now, he was losing to a group of women. This was all Brenna’s fault.
He refused to let Brenna win. There was no way in hell he would let a woman he had discarded take the spotlight.
With that resolve, he steered his horse closer to Sylvie’s, closing off Brenna’s escape. The two moved in unison, hemming her in from both sides, trapping her.
Then Jordy struck. His whip lashed through the air, its tip slicing toward Brenna’s horse’s eyes with cruel precision.
Brenna quickly grasped their scheme. They had closed in on all sides, hemming her in like a cage with no way out. Frustration burned inside her, but she kept her composure.
With only half a lap left, she adjusted her strategy, loosening her grip slightly to create an opportunity. If she could slip past Sylvie on the right, she might still salvage her position and even surpass her own record.
But Sylvie was one step ahead. Sensing Brenna’s shift, she adjusted her pace, mirroring every move, ensuring there was no room for escape. Meanwhile, Vivian, lagging just behind, didn’t attempt to overtake them. Instead, she held her position, maintaining the blockade alongside Sylvie and Jordy.
Sylvie stole a quick glance ahead-only a third of the lap remained. Rosie was gaining ground. If Rosie pressed forward a little harder, she had a real chance of winning first place.
“Rosie, now’s your chance! Push harder!” Sylvie called out.
Vivian also called out, “Go, Rosie! You can do it!”