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.

Violeta looked closer, she noticed a small notch in Princess's ear. "What's this? Why does she have a notch in

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

together, a

beautiful horse, marred by a

was such a

the others turned to see

had fresh whip marks on

method of taming horses was simple-beat

do business with someone like her?"

all the horse trading channels around here. If we don't sell to

not cost much, but feeding a herd was

couldn't sustain so

was leading resisted. Nyla immediately

Whack-whack

next to her acted like it was nothing unusual,

horses. She knew exactly where to strike to inflict the most pain, so

couldn't bear

couldn't stand it any longer. She stepped forward and

"Hmm?"

landed on Violeta's face, and she

muttered something in Yurtlandianese to Violeta, "Outsiders shouldn't meddle in our business, or I'll

they were tourists, and she had seen plenty of their kind before. She

back and prepared to

whip tightly. "It's a living

your business. I told you not to