Rebirth: Tragedy to Triumph

Chapter 122 The Unexpected Arrival

Having her record broken filled Nyla with rage.

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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!”

as the whip struck

Violeta said, “Sorry, but you can blame your

you dare hit me, none of

this, Violeta

whip again, and Nyla quickly ran to

ponytail, yanking out a few strands of hair. Her hair became dishevelled as she tumbled into a nearby haystack, looking utterly humiliated.

head and glared at Sawyer, gritting her teeth. “Sawyer! You must want to lose your job,

came to Nyla’s aid, they all watched

your bet with Ms. White. You lost and should accept the

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snarled, “This isn’t over. Your inn is finished!”

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give you this lash, and no one

quickly bolted towards the stable doors, her subordinates

the

Snap!

her

really

the inn’s staff hurried over to Sawyer. “Mr. Qualls, the trade

Nyla’s face

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

vindictiveness was

crossed her faced

the wrong, she could twist the truth, and the trade association might target the inn.

“The trade association?”

turned to Niall, who

association people were likely

tidied her hair and ran out.

master of twisting the truth. She’s

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