Chapter 90
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Neville was so stunned that he just stood there, mouth hanging open. Rosie, even more stunned, stared at Ethan for what felt like forever before it finally hit her—Ethan might actually have feelings for Brenna. This wasn’t just a fleeting crush; his actions spoke louder than words.
“Ethan, I did great, too! Second place and a new personal best. Shouldn’t we go and celebrate now?” Rosie hoped her longstanding friendship with Ethan would elicit some praise from him.
She waited for Ethan’s compliment, eyes fixed on his face, which bore a subtle smile. Yet, his attention remained fixed on Brenna, his gaze tender.
Ethan had never looked at her that way.
In a fit of frustration, Rosie grabbed his arm and shook it. “Ethan!”
Ethan turned his attention to her and shook off her hand, his voice icy, his gaze piercing. “Don’t touch me,” he said.
However, when his eyes returned to Brenna, they softened significantly.
The final race was imminent. Brenna, leading her horse to the starting line, was closely…
Followed by Alex, who declared confidently, “This round, I’ll beat you, Night. I’m the most skilled rider here.”
The rest of the contestants glared at Alex, dismissing his boastful claim. “Not a chance!”
“We’ll show you real strength!”
Alex, unbothered by the surrounding disdain, shrugged off their comments.
Before long, everyone was lined up at the starting line.
𝕆𝖗𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖆𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖔𝗇 gⲁⅼ𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀․𝚌𝗼𝗆
With a sharp bang, the race began. Everyone shot forward like arrows. Brenna lagged slightly at the start, and within seconds, Alex had pulled far ahead, leaving her in the dust.
Alex, having gained a considerable lead, reveled in his dominance. With a cocky grin, he lifted his right hand and made an obscene gesture toward his competitors before waving his riding crop at the roaring crowd. His voice rang out arrogantly. “You are all pathetic! Completely worthless!”
“Someone needs to shut that guy up! Let’s take him down!” One of the male riders racing alongside Brenna clenched his jaw in anger. He had endured Alex’s cocky behavior long enough.
Brenna exchanged a look with him. She had no intention of wasting energy in the early laps. Her plan was clear—start steady, gradually increase speed through the second and third laps, then unleash her full power in the final stretch.
For now, maintaining a ten-meter gap between her and Alex was ideal. It was close enough for her to strike when the moment was right but far enough that he wouldn’t feel threatened.
This distance was perfect.
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