Chapter 445

“What’s wrong?” Emeric asked, his voice a deep rumble.

“Our jockey got injured by some crazed horse from the Lockwoods while he was out walking ours!”

The Ashbournes exchanged shocked glances.

“What?”

Emeric’s eyes widened with concern. “How is he? Not in any life–threatening danger, I hope?”

́Although Emeric was known as a ruthless tycoon in the boardroom, he was known for his benevolence towards his staff. His first

thought wasn’t about the race, but about the jockey’s safety.

Mr. Dylan, the estate manager, wiped his brow. “No, thank goodness. He’s got multiple bruises and a broken arm. We’ve sent him to the hospital, but there’s no way he can compete now.”

Emeric exhaled in relief. “As long as he’s okay, that’s what matters.”

“Which horse caused the injury? We must hold them accountable,” Myra gently reminded.

“Don’t

worry, Myra dear. The Ashbournes won’t be pushed around. I’ve already handled it. They will be held fully responsible.”

But now, the Ashbournes were in a tight spot….

Without a jockey, were they to bow out of the competition, just handing over this grand opportunity on a silver platter?

Emeric clenched his jaw, his face etched with frustration.

“Chairman Emeric, it’s a true shame your horse won’t compete in such a prestigious event.”

Frederic’s mouth spoke of regret, but his lips curled into a smug smile. “Nonetheless, there’s always next year. No need to dwell on it too much.”

Emeric’s expression darkened.

He thought, “So, your son bullies my daughter, and you think you can gloat over my misfortune? Over my dead body!”

The Chambers and the Fairhavens breathed a sigh of relief, with one less contender to worry about.

“Regret? Mr. Frederic, you speak too soon.”

Evadne stepped forward with a confident grace, her tone conveying an undeniable sense of pride. “The Ashbournes don’t leave room for regrets, nor do we accept defeat.”

Frederic’s smugness faltered.

Evadne’s decisive words shattered the tension and redefined the atmosphere.

Thaddeus watched his spirited love with a gentle smile, eagerly anticipating the surprise she was about to unveil.

“Tsk, that little minx is making a scene again!” Glynnis muttered under her breath.

Edith twirled a lock of her hair with disdain. “What can

with calm resolve,

erupted in a

she

Evadne going to race? Could she even handle

stared at Evadne’s captivating silhouette, his breathing

bulged in disbelief.

must be psychic, saying exactly what happens next.”

how she fares,” Edith hissed, her eyes maliciously fixed on Evadne’s

you can do this?” Emeric asked, concern lacing

have to ask?” Eyadne winked playfully, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

ride, but racing was a different beast entirely. “Ms. Evadne, racing isn’t

was clear they expected

Ms. Evadne, do you see any other women? Is it really proper for you to

replied, her lips curving into a mocking smile. “If I recall correctly, your grandmother was a celebrated rider in her youth, even winning international accolades. Are you saying her actions were improper, or do you also look down on your own family?”

red with mortification,

merely shook his head at his granddaughter’s impetuousness.

“Um, Jareth.”

“Evadne has offended Edith. Isn’t she afraid?”

Why should she be? When the formidable Thaddeus bends over backward for her, what is there to fear? Quite the novelty,” Jareth chuckled, warming

I didn’t mean

gaze fixed on the ground, her cherry lips parting ever so slightly as she murmured in a Wind, “I’m worried. I’m worried

what did you say?” Jareth asked, not quite

stammered, shaking her head

mind like a relentless tide. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and forced herself not to dwell on them, even as a sheen of cold

on a job without the right tools,” Evadne said, flashing Barry a confident smile that could rival the sun and moon. “Mr. Barry, thank you for your concern, but I never enter a battle I’m not sure of winning. This competition is mine for

of the young woman

fearless demeanor reminded him of his wife in her

have to admit that this girl was indeed a force to be reckoned with, a true warrior in

his grandson were to

might be

I’m running out of time. I’ll go get changed,” Evadne announced cheerfully,

out, her

glanced back and flashed–an “ok”

Emeric commented, masking his concern

until

be an

him like a scene from a fine

outward grace, these two were mortal enemies, each secretly wishing the other

and resonant. “And

“It’s clear you don’t understand her at all. Why mask your insecurity and competitiveness

his fingers slowly curling into

fathomless whirlpools. “Did she ever see the ruthless Mr. Avery who conspired with

infernal chill radiating from him. “I can make you

won’t come.”

lips curved into a smile that was both stunning and suffocating,

to see the outcome of provoking

three glasses of champagne in quick succession, yet the fiery anger

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