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."

you dare hit me,

Hearing this, Violeta chuckled.

and Nyla quickly

caught Nyla's 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

came to Nyla's aid, they all watched

accept the consequences.

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

quickly bolted towards the stable doors, her

swung the whip

Snap!

her once

tedious. Nyla really couldn't

staff hurried over to Sawyer. "Mr. Qualls,

a table, Nyla's face

pointed at Sawyer, Violeta, and the others. "You're all finished! It must be my uncle! Sawyer, I told you, your

crossed her

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

"The trade association?"

Niall,

that the trade association people

tidied her hair

Nyla is a master of twisting

Let's go out and

to complain, but when she reached the front

sitting on the sofa, was the young man she had whipped