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.

in Princess's ear. "What's this?

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 to

lips together, a flicker of

by a man-made flaw from

was such a

out of the eastern stable, dragging a few horses with them. Violeta and the others turned to see a woman wearing a red

of the horses had fresh whip marks on its

taming horses was simple-beat them

business

sighed. "Nyla's family controls all the horse trading channels around here. If we don't sell to her, we have no other buyers. We can't afford to keep all

horse might not cost much, but feeding

couldn't sustain

the horses Nyla was leading resisted. Nyla immediately raised her whip and began

Whack-whack

people standing next to her acted like it was nothing unusual, wearing

to strike to inflict the

and Sara couldn't bear to

She stepped forward and

"Hmm?"

to look at Violeta. Her eyes landed on Violeta's face, and she initially seemed a bit

in Yurtlandianese to Violeta, "Outsiders shouldn't meddle

from the Yurtlandia Grasslands. Nyla could tell they were tourists, and she had seen plenty of their kind before. She didn't take Violeta seriously at all. Besides, in

turned back and prepared to

Nyla's whip tightly. "It's a living being too. Why are you

told you not to interfere, or