Chapter 82
Chapter 82:
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.
𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢: ⳑ𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒𝖼𝗈𝗺
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 p>
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.