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."

"Do you know who I am? If you dare hit me, none of you will leave the Yurtlandia

Hearing this, Violeta chuckled.

whip again, and Nyla quickly

as she tumbled into a nearby haystack, looking utterly humiliated. Nyla clutched her head and glared at Sawyer, gritting her teeth. "Sawyer! You must want to lose your job, standing by while this woman attacks

one came to Nyla's aid,

bet with Ms. White. You lost and should accept the consequences. Running away only brings shame to your family." Nyla snarled, "This isn't

whip. "Running won't help. I'm going to give you this lash, and no one can

towards the stable doors, her subordinates

the

Snap!

her once

really couldn't

inn's staff hurried over to Sawyer. "Mr. Qualls, the

Nyla's face lit up with

and pointed at Sawyer, Violeta, and the others. "You're all finished! It must be my uncle! Sawyer, I told you, your inn is done for, and your kids won't have a future!" Nyla's vindictiveness was

crossed

could twist the truth, and the

"The trade association?"

Niall, who nodded in

that the trade association people were likely called

tidied her hair

was worried. "This isn't good. Nyla is a master of twisting the truth. She's going to make a complaint

calmly said, "No problem. Let's go out and see what she's capable

to complain, but when she reached the front hall, her smile froze

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