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.

family lose out,” Edith twirled a lock of her hair with disdain. “What can she possibly do? The race is starting soon. Unless

calm resolve, “Dad, let me ride for the Ashbournes.”

erupted in a chorus of shocked

did she

going to race? Could

he stared at Evadne’s

eyes bulged

must be psychic, saying exactly what happens next.”

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

this?” Emeric asked, concern lacing his

Eyadne winked playfully, her

aware that Evadne could ride, but racing was a different beast entirely. “Ms. Evadne, racing isn’t child’s play, and this event is crucial for business

clear they expected her to

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

Evadne’s gaze was icy as 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 also look

with mortification, at a loss

merely shook his head at his granddaughter’s

“Um, Jareth.”

“Evadne has offended

backward for her, what is there to fear? Quite the novelty,”

I didn’t mean

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 Wind, “I’m worried. I’m worried that Edith

Jareth asked, not

her head fervently as if it

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

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

opinion of the

reminded him of his wife in her youth.

his own granddaughter, he’d have to admit that this girl was indeed a force to be reckoned with, a true warrior

his grandson were to court Ms. Evadne.

might be

of time. I’ll go get changed,” Evadne announced cheerfully, waving to them before heading out with

careful!” Myra called out, her eyes brimming with

back and flashed–an “ok” sign.

have a shot at it,” Emeric commented, masking his concern

Evadne until

Evadne to be an equestrian?” he asked, his brows knitting together.

with a smirk, standing beside him like a

two were mortal enemies, each

said, his voice deep and resonant. “And gifts, as you know, are full of

“It’s clear you don’t understand her at

hitched, his fingers slowly curling

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

provoke me, Thaddeus,” Avery warned, his smile belying the infernal chill radiating from him. “I can make you wish

won’t come.”

was both stunning and suffocating, a challenge to the looming

provoking you, the rabid dog,” he

quick succession, yet the fiery anger within

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