Chapter 76
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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.
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Rosie’s excitement was evident when she heard that, and Sylvie and Vivian were equally delighted.
Sylvie, in particular, couldn’t hide her satisfaction. She said to Rosie, “I knew Mr. Mitchell wouldn’t waste his time on Brenna. See? He’s letting you use his prized horse!”
Rosie ran her fingers through Shane’s horse’s sleek black mane. The horse’s name was Onyx. His glossy coat gleamed under the light. The stallion had a regal build, and his temperament was calm.
A pleased smile played on Rosie’s lips, and she said, “Onyx has already won first place twice this year. He’s the favorite to win again.”
Sylvie nodded, admiration in her eyes. “With your exceptional riding skills, I have no doubt you’ll surpass Sasha and become the new rising star in the horse racing world,” she said.
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