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."

shouted, "Do you know who I am? If you dare hit me,

Hearing this, Violeta chuckled.

and Nyla

ponytail, yanking out a few strands of hair. Her hair became dishevelled as she tumbled into a nearby haystack, looking utterly humiliated. Nyla clutched her head and glared at Sawyer, gritting her teeth. "Sawyer! You must

to Nyla's

should accept the consequences. Running away only brings shame to your family." Nyla snarled, "This isn't over. Your inn is

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

the stable doors, her subordinates

the whip

Snap!

her

really

over to Sawyer. "Mr. Qualls, the trade association is

table, Nyla's face lit up

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

who crossed

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

"The trade association?"

to Niall, who nodded

that the trade association people were likely called by

her hair and

isn't good. Nyla is a master of twisting the truth.

go

dashed out ahead to complain, but when she reached the

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