Fourteen handsome horses shot out like arrows, and among them, Whistleâs starting speed was the fastest.
Its explosive strength was the best.
The crowd roared.
Their shouts were getting louder.
Justin watched Bella as she rode the horse, her figure swift like the wind.
His heart thumped, feeling even the blood in his veins surge.â Go for it, Bella! You can definitely do it!â âGo!â Bellaâs clear voice cut
through the wind.
Whistle was as fast as lightning, so much so that she could feel the resistance and pressure in the air.
However, nobody who could participate in this competition was weak.
Whistle was in the lead for a while.
However, due to its physique, its advantage was not obvious compared to other stallions, even though it had done its best under
Bellaâs riding.
Soon, a foreigner had caught up.
âHahaha! Good! Good!â Logan was so excited that he tapped his cane on the ground, beaming.
âDid you guys see that? The Hoffman familyâs Lightning is in the lead!â Liam took the opportunity to butter him up, showing a
thumbs-up.
âYou chose Lightning among many other young horses back then.
Your vision is truly outstanding!â Ryanâs lips curled up in disdain.
âTsk! What a bootlicker!â âOld Master Logan, we've only been through the first lap.
It's just a warm-up, and we donât know who will win in the end.
Isn't it too early to celebrate now?â Christopher smiled, adjusting his glasses. âMr. Iverson, | know you wholeheartedly want Ms.
Bella to win.
After all, you admire her.â Liam had long been annoyed by this arrogant junior, taking the chance to expose him and mocking
him.
âBut some things in the world canât be forced.
For example, the woman you love belongs to someone else.
The horse you bet on canât win, even if it tries its best.
It's just genetic superiority.
Lightning obviously has a superior physique, and in the face of absolute strength, everything else is insignificant.â His words not
only tore open Christopherâs scar but also implica the other three families.
Christopher pursed his lips tightly, his eyes growing red with hatr Justin watched indifferently.
He naturally hoped Bella would win, bu he had to admit that Loganâs words made sense.
âMy bastard uncle is a cunning man, but what he said just now was insightful for once.â Ryan leaned against the rail, feeling
great satisfaction from seeing Christopherâs pissed-off and pale face.
âLook how delightful that bitchâs expression is! We need evil to suppress evil!â Chap 1121 3/4 âBitch? Who?â Justin frowned.
âChristopher.
Who else? Heâs a bitch among the men, always acting innocent and pitiful in front of Bella.
Fucking disgusting! Everyone knows a crying child gets milk.
Since he still needs milk, he should
go back to his mother! He's mM
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eagerly wanting to punch Christopher
and shatter his glasses.
Justin did not speak, but he secretly felt that Ryanâs description was quite apt.
As the competition proceeded into the second lap, the gap gradually widened.
At the moment, the first place was taken by the Hoffman familyâs Lightning, and Whistle was in second place.
Following closely behind Whistle and attempting to overtake it was Dragon from the Salvador family.
The horse rider from the Hoffman family was a burly man.
He whistled at Bella when he
overtook her, even taunting her with
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Under the stage, Zoe fixed her gaze on Bella.
To be accurate, she was staring at Whistleâs leg.
Asinister smile spread across her lips.