?Chapter 1287:
“Think about it. Don’t turn this into a mess. Father won’t be happy either,” Charles whispered. Then he turned and walked away.
Dani’s expression stayed icy. “So, are we racing or not?”
Niks ground his teeth hard. “Fine! If I lose, I’ll crawl and bark like a dog in front of everyone. But if you lose, you have to admit to everyone that you’re nothing but a crazy woman!” His re was sharp enough to cut.
He had been itching for a chance like this, and today, he finally had it. Niks swore he would make sure Dani remembered whose turf she was standing on.
Dani gave a careless smirk and stepped forward, but Cedric grabbed her arm, his face full of worry.
Dani offered him a small, steady smile. “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing. I can win.”
With that, she pulled free and walked toward the center.
Niks waved to the stable staff, signaling for them to bring out the horse.
The staff nodded and tried leading the wild stallion closer. The horseshed out without warning, kicking so hard that it broke three ribs on one of the handlers.
Niks crossed his arms, looking very pleased with himself, making it clear that Dani had no way to back down now. “Now, let’s get started,” he said smugly.
Cedric grabbed her arm again. “This is too dangerous. Let me take your ce.”
Dani just gave a soft smile. “Trust me.” She walked straight up to the wild horse.
The wild horse snorted and stomped at the ground, its nerves wound tight as a spring. Dani had barely taken hold of the reins when the beast jerked its head violently, tossing the reins into the air before mming them back down with a crack.
Niks vaulted onto his horse with practiced ease, shing Dani a cold, mocking smile. “Dani, today I’ll show you what real riding looks like. That is, if you don’t get thrown off and killed first.” He trotted around the track, smug as a king, already drinking in a victory that had not even happened yet.
He waved to the crowd like a hero returning from battle.
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Up in the stands, Hamilton leaned forward slightly. His secretary, spotting Dani’s struggle with her horse, whispered, “Mr. McCoy, should we get her a different horse? That horse is too wild. If she falls, especially with all these reporters watching, it will be a disaster for the whole family.”
Hamilton gave Dani’s small frame a slow, dismissive look before heughed under his breath. “Go tell her. If she can’t handle it, she shouldn’t be showing off. If she dies out there, the world will justugh at us.”
The secretary nodded and hurried off toward Dani.
A few minutester, he came jogging back.
Hamilton, thinking the show was over, looked up, only to hear the secretary say, “She refused. She also said if you were worried, you could have Niks forfeit now.”
Hamilton, who had already risen from his chair, turned his head slowly. “What did she say? Did you hear her right?”
The secretary nodded stiffly. “I asked twice. She even joked that maybe I needed my ears checked.”
Hamilton said nothing for a long moment, his face hardening from amusement to fury. He dropped back into his seat with a sneer. “Fine. Let’s see how long her pridests once she’s crying.”
The secretary sighed, shaking his head. “This woman is out of her mind. She doesn’t realize Niks is the best rider in all of Oiscoll. She’s walking right into a trap.”
Hamilton leaned back in his chair, his expression cold and distant. “Let her wreck herself if she’s that stubborn.”
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