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!”

out in pain as the whip struck his shoulder.

your mistress for using you as a shield. I won’t

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

this, Violeta chuckled.

Nyla quickly ran

of hair. Her hair became dishevelled as she tumbled into a

teeth. “Sawyer! You must want to lose your job, standing by while this woman aftacks me!”

to Nyla’s aid, they all watched

lost and should accept the consequences. Running away only brings shame to

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“This isn’t over. Your inn is

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the whip. “Running won’t help. I’m going to give you this lash, and no one can stop

quickly bolted towards the stable doors, her subordinates following.

the

Snap!

missed her once more.

Nyla really couldn’t handle

over to Sawyer. “Mr. Qualls, the trade association is here!”

a table, Nyla’s face

others. “You’re all finished! It must be my uncle! Sawyer, I told you,

vindictiveness was extreme,

her faced

in the wrong, she could twist the truth, and the trade association might

“The trade association?”

turned to Niall, who

understood that the trade association

tidied her hair

worried. “This isn’t good. Nyla is a master of twisting the truth. She’s going to

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