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."

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

Hearing this, Violeta chuckled.

and Nyla quickly ran to avoid

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 want to lose your

Nyla's aid, they all

lost and should accept the consequences. Running away only

help. I'm going to give you this lash, and

towards the stable doors,

the whip

Snap!

her once

tedious. Nyla really couldn't handle

of the inn's staff hurried over

a table, Nyla's face

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

crossed

could twist the truth,

"The trade association?"

Niall, who

the trade association people were likely

quickly tidied her hair and ran

of twisting the truth. She's going

Let's go

dashed out ahead to complain, but when she reached the front hall, her smile

was the young man she had