Max remained composed, his gaze hostile. “No, I won’t!” Shiela clenched her lips, refusing to give in. “You—” Max raised his hand, intending to strike her, but Dustin grabbed his arm and coldly warned, “If you dare to act recklessly…
“Uncle! Please don’t act recklessly! They are all my friends!” Shiela exclaimed, startled, raising her hands to shield her friends. “Hmph! A bunch of dubious characters; just looking at them, I can tell they’re up to no good. Step aside!”…
“Thank you for your offer, Miss Dahlia, but I’ll pass,” Dustin said, shaking his head, declining to take the business card. “Hmm?” Dahlia raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. “Are you sure you don’t want to consider it?” It was rare…
“Damn!” Watching Morgan being kicked away, everyone’s expressions changed dramatically. No one had expected Black Dragon to suddenly kick like that. Even from a distance, they could hear the sound of bones cracking. “Morgan!” Garrett exclaimed in shock and ran…
However, it was extremely strange. “How is this possible? The dwarf horse actually won against the Black Dragon?” “What’s going on? Can this even happen?!” “What’s Morgan doing? Why didn’t she just sprint directly? What’s with all the dawdling?” After…
“Come on, come on… Come and catch me!” “Go faster… A little faster!” Morgan rode Black Dragon, running intermittently and occasionally looking back to mock Dustin. She didn’t take Dustin seriously at all; instead, she began to playfully toy with…
Her voice instantly attracted the attention of everyone present. You see, this ice-cold beauty had been silent since entering the racetrack. She had always maintained an attitude of keeping people at arm’s length, making everyone afraid to approach her. Now,…
“Am I seeing things correctly? This guy actually picked a dwarf horse?” “Could it be that he intends to race against a fine steed like Black Dragon with this kind of pony?” “Oh my goodness! What is this guy thinking?…
“You, girl, why won’t you listen to reason?” Garrett sighed heavily, wearing a helpless expression. “Since everyone can’t agree, how about we have a rematch with higher stakes? The winner decides, what do you think?” Victoria suggested. “I’m fine with…
“What?!” As they looked at the black needle that Dustin held, the crowd couldn’t help but exchange surprised and uncertain glances. They had witnessed it clearly; the needle had indeed been pulled from the horse’s head, and it was stained…