Without donning any protective gear, he hastily selected a horse from the stable and mounted it. With a steely resolve, he steered the horse toward the unfolding drama on the track.
“Wait!”
The butler, who had been trailing Bryson out of concern for his safety, failed to halt him.
Gasping for breath, the butler raced towards the grandstand, colliding with Keith and Trent, who were emerging from the stands.
“Master Keith! Master Trent!”
However, Keith and Trent didn’t halt to hear him out. Instead, the brothers raced towards the scene unfolding on the racetrack.
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Hannah urged her horse to go faster, leaving the pursuing crowd in her dust.
In the aftermath of the whip’s cruel impact, Johanna, undeterred by the resilience of her rival, contemplated raising the whip once more.
The horse Hannah rode, however, had distanced itself from Johanna, avoiding her intentions. Frustration welled within Johanna.
This bitch was lucky! Johanna sneered to herself. She didn’t even fall after being hit with the whip.
Johanna pushed her horse, trying to get closer to Hannah once more.
In that critical moment, Brayden closed the gap between them and reached for Johanna’s hand, which brandished the whip.
“Stop!” he commanded firmly.
“Dismount your horse.”
Johanna withdrew her hand, regarding Brayden with a cold, unyielding gaze.
“Don’t block my race!”
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With resolute determination, Brayden took control of Johanna’s reins, bringing their horses to an abrupt halt midway down the track.
“Ah! What are you doing?” she screamed.
Amidst the cheering crowd and the thunder of hooves, Johanna lost her footing, her body teetering precariously. Just as she was about to succumb to gravity, a strong arm reached out and caught her, steadying her. It was Brayden, his face etched with disgust as he quickly released her.
A short distance away, Hannah emerged victorious, her horse galloping triumphantly across the finish line.
As she dismounted, a sharp pain shot through her back, robbing her of the exhilaration of her win.
Her butler, his face etched with concern, approached her.
“Miss Moore,” he said softly, his voice laced with worry, “I’ll summon the doctor immediately.”
“Don’t bother,” Hannah replied, her voice strained.