Rebirth vs. Rebirth: Tragedy to Triumph

Chapter 118 Confrontation

Violeta said, “If they’re buying the horse, why do they need to hit it?”

Sara replied, “Because there’s a nasty woman!”

Julian warned, “Sara, don’t talk like that.”

Finished

Sara pouted and muttered, “I’m not making it up. Nyla whips the horses every time she comes here….

The inn also sold horses, but not everyone treated them kindly.

Some people saw horses as companions, while others viewed them merely as tools.

People on the Yurtlandia Grasslands, who spent every day with their horses, naturally felt upset when their horses were beaten.

However, Nyla Smith was a big client, so they had to tolerate her behaviour.

As they passed by Princess’s stall, Violeta couldn’t help but ask, “Can I choose her?”

Julian replied, “Are you sure? She might throw you off.”

“I want to go in and see.”

Seeing Violeta’s interest in Princess, Julian opened the door. “Go ahead.”

Once inside, Violeta was struck by how beautiful the white horse was.

With her snowy white coat, she would look majestic running across the Yurtlandia Grasslands.

However, as Violeta looked closer, she noticed a small notch in Princess’s car. “What’s this? Why does she have a notch in her ear?”

Sara said angrily, “It’s all Nyla’s fault! Princess was up for sale, but she’s too spirited and got returned multiple times. Nyla couldn’t tame her, and when she came back, her ear had a notch. We couldn’t sell her after that, so Dad decided to keep her for ourselves.”

Violeta pressed her lips together, a flicker of displeasure in her eyes.

horse, marred by a man–made

was such a

Nyla’s people

and the others turned to see a woman wearing a red hat leading the

whip marks on its

taming horses was simple–beat

do business with someone like her?” Violeta asked.

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Chapter 118 Confrontation

can’t afford to

might not cost much, but

couldn’t sustain so many horses.

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#Finished

horses Nyla was leading resisted. Nyla immediately raised her whip and

lash it.

Whack–whack

next to her acted like it was nothing

her own method for whipping horses. She knew exactly where to strike to inflict the most

Sara couldn’t

any longer. She stepped

“Hmm?”

Violeta. Her eyes landed on Violeta’s face, and she

“Outsiders shouldn’t meddle in our business,

the Yurtlandia Grasslands. Nyla could tell they were tourists, and she had seen

family was powerful and feared

back and prepared to continue whipping

Nyla’s whip tightly. “It’s a living being too. Why are you abusing it?”

of your business. I told you not to interfere,

Violeta’s grip. No one at the inn dared to stop her, and now, infuriated by Violeta, she swung the whip

was too close for Violeta to dodge

with a loud “crack.”

she saw a sleeve of a luxury casual shirt in

eyes.