Bethany stuck her tongue out.


    The way Bethany saw it, Zoe was the one throwing her weight around.


    A brief silenceter, she sighed and wound Zoe up.


    “| think it won’t be easy for you even if you marry Justin.


    “Justin is clearly in love with the bitch.


    You might just be cheated on.” Cheated on? Zoe put out the cigarette as her grim-looking future yed in her mind.


    “I need to nip the problem in the bud before ites back to haunt me.” “Easy for you to say.


    Your family’s little antics might work on others, but Be’s family is more powerful than yours.


    You have nothing on her.


    Otherwise, you''d have gotten to her a long time ago.” Bethany put out the cigarette in the ashtray.


    “| heard that Be is a pretty good equestrian.


    She won first prize in the local youth equestrianpetition when she was ten.


    She was interviewed abroad, but we simply didn’t know about it.


    The bitch is going to steal the limelight again.


    Our luck doesn’t seem to be changing soon.” Zoe scowled as a wicked n came to mind.


    “| think our luck will change today.


    Since she loves the limelight, she can make headlines by losing her limbs.” “What do you have in mind?” Bethany asked.


    “The horse race is not just about the pride of our families, but the business deal too.


    | want Be to suffer and KS Group to lose the project.


    Either way, | can’t let the Reeds pick them!” Since Zoe’s family owned a horse stable, she knew a thing or two about horses.


    Her eyes flickered with ruthlessness.


    “It''s time for Be to fall off her high horse, literally.” Bethany’s breath hitched as reality sank in.


    Although Bethany hated Zoe, she had to admit that the girl had guts and no heart.


    Half an hourter, the race entered its final stages of preparation.


    Be led Whistle out of the stable.


    Its ck mane glistened under the sunlight as she tenderly stroked it.


    The young horse seemed off, neighing frustratedly.


    Its head drooped dejectedly.


    “What''s wrong, Whistle? Are you sick?” Be asked worriedly.


    The horse trainer who took care of Whistle with the injured jockey sighed.


    “Whistle is the most emotional horse in the stable, Ms.


    Be.


    It is closest to Malcolm.


    Whistle feels bad because Malcolm is hurt.


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    They were too close for Justin’s liking.


    “Whistle.


    Oh, Whistle.


    My sweet boy, 3/3 Whistle.” Whistle neighed as if to respond to her.


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    Be gleefully hopped onto its back with the utmost grace.


    The horse trainer expressed how Be looked like a warrior going to war.


    Be pulled the reins back, and Whistle raised its hooves.


    “Come on!”