Chapter 72
Chapter 72:
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 p>
Brenna nodded. “Okay p>
“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 p>
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 p>
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.
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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.