Chapter 75
Chapter 75:
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 p>
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 p>
Brenna answered without hesitation, “Yeah, it was me. So what? How can you be so sure I won’t win p>
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 p>
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 p>
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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 p>
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 p>
“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.