Chapter 80
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Staff members sprinted alongside his horse to intervene. “Mr. Espinoza, please mind your words!”
But Alex didn’t care. He shoved off their warnings and even swung his riding crop at them. The staff members had no choice but to back away.
“Get out of Belden!”
“Leave!”
“You’re not welcome here!”
The crowd’s admiration toward Alex soured into outrage.
Shouts erupted from the stands as some people were unable to hold back their fury.
But Alex acted as if he hadn’t heard a thing. He kept flipping them off, and his voice boomed through the megaphone. “Night, come out! What’s wrong? Scared?”
Two years ago, in Valport, Night had been the only rider to ever defeat him. Alex never accepted that loss. He had been itching for a rematch ever since.
But after that race, Night had disappeared without a trace.
All Alex knew was that Night was from Belden. He didn’t know Night’s real name or anything else about her. So he did the only thing he could—keep competing, keep winning, and keep calling Night out. He hoped that one day he would encounter Night again.
“Let’s compete again and settle this once and for all!” Alex shouted and flipped off the crowd again. His bad attitude was repulsive.
Brenna merely watched what was happening with steely determination.
𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⸳𝓬𝓸𝓶
The next race was about to begin. Contestants’ profiles flashed across the massive screens. Then, suddenly, Alex froze.
There in the tenth group was Night.
Alex’s expression shifted in an instant. The cocky bravado vanished, replaced by an eerie calm. Without another word, he turned his horse and rode off, saving his energy for the finals.
“Night, you’d better win this round. Otherwise, you’re not worth my time,” Alex muttered.
Brenna swung onto her horse with practiced ease and positioned herself at the starting line alongside the other nine riders.
Isabella, on the other hand, fumbled onto her saddle. Her clumsy mounting drew laughter from the stands.
Face burning in embarrassment, she turned to Jordy and murmured, “Jordy, people are laughing at me.”
Jordy was embarrassed, too. He felt a pang of regret. Letting Isabella compete suddenly didn’t seem like such a good idea now.
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