Phoenix Rising: From Heartache to Heroism

Chapter 118 Confrontation

Violeta said, "If they're buying the horse, why do they need to hit it?"

Sara replied, "Because there's a nasty woman!"

Julian warned, "Sara, don't talk like that."

Sara pouted and muttered, "I'm not making it up. Nyla whips the horses every time she comes here ... "

The inn also sold horses, but not everyone treated them kindly.

Some people saw horses as companions, while others viewed them merely as tools.

People on the Yurtlandia Grasslands, who spent every day with their horses, naturally felt upset when their horses were beaten.

However, Nyla Smith was a big client, so they had to tolerate her behaviour.

As they passed by Princess's stall, Violeta couldn't help but ask, "Can I choose her?"

Julian replied, "Are you sure? She might throw you off."

"I want to go in and see."

Seeing Violeta's interest in Princess, Julian opened the door. "Go ahead."

Once inside, Violeta was struck by how beautiful the white horse was.

With her snowy white coat, she would look majestic running across the Yurtlandia Grasslands.

noticed a small notch in Princess's ear. "What's

fault! Princess was up for sale, but she's too spirited and got returned multiple times. Nyla couldn't tame her, and when she came back, her ear had a notch. We couldn't sell her after that, so Dad decided

her lips together, a flicker of

marred by a man-made flaw from

such a

Violeta and the others turned to see a woman wearing a red hat

of the horses had fresh whip marks on

of taming horses

business

we don't sell to her, we have no other buyers. We can't

might not cost much, but

couldn't sustain so

resisted.

Whack-whack

acted like it was nothing unusual, wearing mocking

own method for whipping horses. She knew exactly where to strike to inflict the most pain, so with

Sara couldn't

any longer. She stepped forward

"Hmm?"

Her eyes landed on Violeta's face, and she

Yurtlandianese to Violeta, "Outsiders shouldn't meddle in our business,

was obvious that Violeta and her group were not from the Yurtlandia Grasslands. Nyla could tell they were tourists, and she had seen plenty of their

said her piece, Nyla turned back and

forward and grabbed Nyla's whip tightly. "It's a living being too. Why are you abusing

your business. I told you not to interfere, or I'll