Chapter 188

Chapter 188:

Madisyn curled her lips into a faint smile, her sharp gaze fixed on Teresa, causing Teresa to shudder. Everyone around turned their eyes to Teresa, wondering what she might have lied about. A cold sweat formed on Teresa’s forehead as she quickly retorted, “Alright, but if you lose, you have to kneel and acknowledge that you’re no match for me!”

“Agreed,” Madisyn responded coolly.

They moved on to choose their horses. Teresa picked a gentle horse, while Madisyn selected a spirited red stallion that seemed quite challenging.

Teresa smirked and warned, “Madisyn, don’t say I didn’t warn you—that horse isn’t easy to handle. You might get thrown off.”

“Just start the race. How many laps are we running?” Madisyn asked.

“We’ll do two laps around the estate,” Teresa answered.

“Sounds good.”

Their impending race attracted a huge audience. As Teresa and Madisyn lined up at the starting line, the red horse appeared noticeably agitated.

“Can Madisyn manage that? That horse looks wild. It might be too much for her to control. Teresa’s choice seems much more sensible.”

“Exactly. Teresa knows her way around a horse, but Madisyn? I’m not convinced. No seasoned rider would pick that horse.”

“I’ve heard that horse belongs to the owner of the estate! He’s the only one who’s been able to ride it—nobody else has succeeded.”

Compassion for Madisyn grew among the spectators. “Three, two, one, go!”

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The moment the countdown finished, Teresa cracked her whip, and her horse bolted forward. Madisyn, however, stayed put, casually holding the reins of her red horse. The crowd chuckled at the sight.

The outcome seemed obvious.

“Madisyn, maybe you should change horses! That one doesn’t seem to want to cooperate with you!”

The red horse sauntered slowly, clearly aware of the race but indifferent to competing. Madisyn appeared unfazed and simply let the horse do as it pleased. Eventually, the horse wandered over to graze.

Amused, Madisyn said, “Hungry, huh?” The red horse couldn’t be bothered to respond, its stubbornness evident.

As it ate, it sensed a familiar presence in the distance. Lifting its head, it noticed a man watching from afar. A feeling of foreboding washed over the horse. Though its owner was far off, the horse could feel his intimidating presence, as if he were asking, “Still eating?”

The red horse hesitated but reluctantly started to run. By then, Teresa was already making significant progress on the track.

Not far from the contest, Andrew and Dane watched. Dane turned to Andrew and asked, “Are they racing now?”

“It appears so.”

“The horse Madisyn picked… Is it yours?” Dane inquired.

Andrew nodded. “Yes, it is.”

“It seems like Madisyn made a poor choice. That horse is known for being tough to handle,” Dane observed, squinting slightly as he pondered what might happen if Madisyn were to lose.

But Andrew replied, “That may not be entirely the case.”

As Teresa completed her first lap, she saw Madisyn still struggling and couldn’t resist taunting her. “Madisyn, is that the best you can do? Maybe we should end this now!” Teresa was aware she wasn’t particularly skilled herself but hadn’t expected Madisyn to perform so poorly!

Thinking Madisyn had no riding skills yet dared to challenge her seemed utterly ridiculous.

“The race isn’t finished yet,” Madisyn retorted, glancing at Teresa.

Teresa scoffed, thinking, Keep dreaming!

The onlookers chuckled at the exchange.

Liza sneered, “Madisyn is really stubborn, isn’t she?”

“Absolutely, she’s bound to lose. Teresa’s already a lap ahead.”

“Madisyn might as well quit now and save us all some time.”

Amidst the sneers, Madisyn remained composed. Teresa picked up speed again. Then suddenly, a strong gust of wind swept past her.

Teresa glanced up and caught a glimpse of red darting by, disappearing with the wind. For a moment, she thought she might be seeing things. She rubbed her eyes and looked again—where was Madisyn?

Could that have really been Madisyn who just zoomed past? Teresa was completely stunned. How could she be so fast?

Teresa quickly whipped her horse to make it go faster. It wasn’t just Teresa who was shocked; everyone else was too. Just moments before, they had been mocking Madisyn, and suddenly, she had surged ahead, leaving only a streak behind.

“Is this even real?”

“Is Madisyn shooting a movie or something?”

“Wow, how did she pull that off? Was she just pretending to struggle earlier?”

“But Teresa already completed a lap. Even with that speed, Madisyn might not win!”

The spectators were on edge, eager to see who would win—Teresa or Madisyn? As they speculated, Madisyn appeared again, racing by like a flash and disappearing just as quickly. Their mouths hung open in astonishment.

This speed… It was terrifying! Madisyn was like a whirlwind!

Everyone was stunned again. As Madisyn sped by Teresa once more, her heart sank. She had never imagined Madisyn could overtake her like this.

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