Chapter 872 Revenge
The woman accompanying Zach was on track three. She was experienced and always kept a firm grip on the reins, following behind Josie. After riding half a lap, she gradually took the lead, doing so effortlessly.
Gradually, Josie adapted to the rhythm of the gallop, and her courage grew steadily. With a sudden flick of his whip, the horse neighed and bolted forward, quickly overtaking Zach’s date.
She stared incredulously at Josie’s retreating figure. It’s clear she’s a novice, but does she have a death wish, racing
in this manner?
Josie may not be a professional, but she certainly had the guts.
She rode on horseback, watching the scenery of the Olsen family estate whizzing by, her emotions a complex mix. One day, everything I’ve lost will return to me.
Just then, Zach’s date also picked up speed. She guided her horse closer to Josie’s, using her experience to nudge the other horse with her own. Josie’s horse immediately lost its footing, swiftly leaning to one side. and accelerating into a stumble.
This scene elicited a gasp from the lounge.
Dexter gripped the wine glass tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging prominently. His gaze turned ominously darker.
Zach couldn’t help but steal a glance at his expression. At that sight, he broke out in a cold sweat.
Even though Dexter had already divorced Josie, no one could be sure about his attitude toward her.
He opened his mouth, intending to say something to lighten the mood, but Dexter had already put down his wine glass and walked out.
“F*ck! I’didn’t ask her to do that!” Zach exclaimed. “Do I need her to win this championship? Does she really think I like watching her racehorse!”
Someone nearby clicked their tongue. “Your female companion really commands attention.”
Meanwhile, Josie tightly gripped the reins, clenching her legs around the horse’s belly to prevent herself from falling off, barely managing to calm the startled horse.
She glanced at Zach’s date, who was far ahead, and a surge of determination welled up within her. She patted the horse’s head. “Shall we take revenge? What do you say?”
This horse was spirited, as if it could understand her.
Josie fiercely swung her whip, her speed escalating relentlessly. Not only was her adrenaline surging, but so was that of the spectators watching the race.
She was racing like there was no tomorrow.
Upon reaching the bend, Zach’s date instinctively slowed down for stability, but Josie didn’t reduce her speed at all. On the contrary, she whipped the horse even harder, causing it to gallop fiercely. She pursed her lips and leaned forward, feeling the immense force of the impact, her hair flying in the wind.
Zach’s date never expected that Josie would actually dare to do this!
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“F*ck!”
The spirited horse was the first to reach the finish line. Josie held the reins, trying to calm the excitement. in her heart. She came to her senses, only to find her hands were shaking.
She turned around and saw Zach’s date’s face looking extremely unpleasant.
Josie wanted to laugh, but what replaced it was a wave of extreme emptiness, the emptiness that comes after a great shock.
However, just at that moment, she felt a sharp pain in her wrist as she was forcefully yanked off the horse.
“Who told you to speed up?”
Dexter’s gloomy face was right before her eyes. He gripped her wrist tightly, looking genuinely livid.
Josie paused for a moment.
He roared in fury, “Are you trying to get yourself killed!”
Josie snapped back to reality, shaking off his hand. “Isn’t this what you wanted? If I win, you let me go. I
won.”
Dexter’s brow remained furrowed, his anger not yet dissipated. He tightened his grip on her waist, effortlessly lifting her back onto the horse. His hands held her close in front of him. “Josie, let me tell you what I truly desire.”
“Dex-”
Before Josie could even shout out, he squeezed his horse’s belly with his legs, and the horse immediately bolted forward again.
This time, with his control, the speed was much faster and also more stable.
Josie leaned into his embrace, her eyes tightly shut. She was devoid of any sense of security at that instant.
“Dexter! You jerk! Put me down!”
