"Um, well..." Donovan stuttered. He was glancing nervously between Lysander and Alaric and was unable to string his words together coherently. He definitely didn't have the nerve to bet with Lysander. Lysander's wealth was leagues beyond his own - he was just a humble manager, not in a position to gamble away his savings.

Lysander, with a look of disdain, briefly turned his deep-set gaze towards Alaric and said, "Do you think everyone's as keen on betting over everything as you are?"

Alaric's lips twitched, "Fine, you guys watch the game. I'm off to ride with Ethan."

Alaric cast a longing glance at Lysander's legs.

If only Lysander wasn't confined to a wheelchair, they could have witnessed his impressive horsemanship.

Unfortunately, with Lysander's current condition, that spectacle was off the table.

course..." Donovan, flattered by the invitation,

At the racecourse.

Striking a pose in front of Thalassa, she asked, "Thalassa, do I look cool or what

thought so too. Growing up, I always admired those heroic knights on their steeds in the movies. Now it's finally my turn," Hertha

it, I'll be careful," Hertha assured

NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

horse. With a gentle flick of the reins, the

moment the horse started moving, Hertha leaned

skipped a

the next moment, Hertha regained her balance, sat upright, and started to guide the horse with the reins in

with the reins, Thalassa's

deep bond," a deep, magnetic

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