Phoenix Rising: From Heartache to Heroism

Chapter 122 The Unexpected Arrival

Having her record broken filled Nyla with rage.

The fact that she hadn't exploded was surprising enough-there was no way she would let herself be whipped.

Nyla kicked over the chair beside her and turned to her subordinate. "Bring my horse, Gale. I want to race again! I can't believe that old horse beat my record." "Yes, Ms. Smith."

The staff brought the whip and handed it to Violeta. Violeta didn't care if Nyla accepted her defeat or not, she was determined to deliver that lash.

The whip was short, only twenty inches long.

Violeta took it and cracked it in the air, producing a sharp "snap" that echoed loudly.

Hearing the sound, Nyla turned her head, her pupils dilating in shock.

Violeta looked formidable, and Nyla realised she was serious about the whipping. Nyla took a step back. "You really intend to whip me? Do you have any idea who I am?" Violeta replied, "Did you think I was joking?"

She aimed the whip at Nyla and lashed out with full force.

Nyla's eyes widened as she quickly ducked behind her subordinate.

"Ouch!"

The subordinate cried out in pain as the whip struck his shoulder.

Seeing she had hit the wrong person, Violeta said, "Sorry, but you can blame your mistress for using you as a shield. I won't cover your medical expenses."

who I am? If you dare hit me, none of you will leave

Hearing this, Violeta chuckled.

again, and Nyla quickly

few strands of hair. Her hair became dishevelled as she tumbled into a nearby haystack, looking utterly humiliated. Nyla clutched

one came to Nyla's aid, they

the consequences. Running away

retracted the whip. "Running won't help. I'm going to give you this lash,

towards the stable

the whip

Snap!

her

really

then, one of the inn's staff hurried over to Sawyer. "Mr.

a table, Nyla's face lit

It must be my uncle! Sawyer, I told you, your inn is done for,

crossed

heart tightened. Even though Nyla was in the wrong, she could twist the truth, and the trade

"The trade association?"

turned to Niall, who nodded in

understood that the trade association people were

tidied her hair and ran

was worried. "This isn't good. Nyla is a master of twisting

problem. Let's go out and see

but when she reached the front hall, her smile froze on

the sofa, was the young man she had whipped earlier, getting