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 she possibly do? The race is

Edith’s laughter subsided, Evadne spoke with calm resolve, “Dad,

a

she mean?

to race? Could she even handle

a beat as he stared at Evadne’s captivating silhouette, his

bulged in

must be psychic, saying

hero. We’ll see how she fares,” Edith hissed, her eyes maliciously fixed on

you sure you can do this?” Emeric asked, concern lacing his

to ask?” Eyadne winked

but racing was a different beast entirely. “Ms.

was clear they expected

other women? Is it really proper for you to compete?” Edith, emboldened by her grandfather’s words, joined in deriding Evadne.

she 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

beet red with mortification, at

shook his head at his granddaughter’s impetuousness.

“Um, Jareth.”

hand nervously. “Evadne has offended Edith. Isn’t

her, what is there to fear? Quite the novelty,” Jareth chuckled, warming her hand in

I didn’t

seemed, were about to witness yet another defining moment, one that might just turn the tables in their favor. Marilla kept her gaze fixed on the ground, her cherry lips parting ever so slightly as she murmured in a

Jareth asked, not quite catching

stammered, shaking her head fervently as

and nightmarish, flooded her mind like a relentless tide. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and forced herself

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

aback, his opinion of the young

demeanor reminded him of

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

were to court Ms.

might be

changed,” Evadne announced cheerfully, waving to them

Myra called out, her eyes

back and flashed–an

it,” Emeric commented, masking his concern with

until

to be an equestrian?” he asked, his brows

standing beside him like a scene from a fine painting.

all their outward grace, these two were mortal enemies, each secretly wishing

God,” Thaddeus said, his voice deep and resonant.

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

fingers slowly curling

real you, Avery?” he laughed, his eyes like dark, fathomless whirlpools. “Did she ever see the ruthless Mr. Avery who conspired with Eden and

belying the infernal chill radiating from

won’t come.”

both stunning and suffocating, a challenge to the looming

eager to see the outcome of provoking you, the rabid

quick succession, yet the

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