Chapter 868 I Thought You Were More Capable
Inside the horse ranch, Dermot had already changed clothes and picked his horse.
"Come on," Otis said, riding over and raising an eyebrow at Dermot.
Dermot smiled, mounted his horse, and headed toward the nearby racetrack.
The race kicked off quickly, drawing quite a few curious onlookers. Rumor had it their relationship was rocky, but today didn't seem that way.
As Otis rode closer, he shouted, "Dermot, do you know what day it is today?"
Dermot stayed silent, so Otis continued, "Today is the day you die."
With that, Otis whipped his horse, quickly overtaking Dermot and charging toward the distant mountains.
Dermot smiled faintly, showing no extra emotion. Even though he knew Otis was trying to provoke him, he still followed.
If he didn't go, how would they have the opportunity?
The onlookers were surprised to see the two riding into the mountains. "Why are they heading into the mountains? Won't something happen?"
"Don't worry, everyone. The mountains are also part of the horse ranch. The terrain there is rougher, but it's perfect for those who love horse racing," a staff member quickly explained.
With that, the crowd dispersed in small groups, no longer paying attention.
In the mountains, Otis rode slowly as if waiting for Dermot.
Dermot had checked the map before coming and knew that according to Otis's direction, there should be a cliff ahead. It seemed they were indeed planning to make a move there.
Before long, Otis stopped, glaring at him not far from the cliff.
Dermot slowed down, riding over and sneering. He asked, "Why did you stop?"
"I'm not going with you. You can go alone." Otis sneered. The road to death was more suitable for Dermot to walk alone.
As Dermot was guessing his next move, Otis made a gesture in the air. The next second, Dermot's horse went wild as if it had been hit by something.
Dermot looked back and saw a needle stuck in the horse's rump, not knowing what drug it contained.
The horse ran uncontrollably forward, about to jump off the cliff.
Otis laughed triumphantly. "Dermot, why did you have to come to the Doyle family and fight for the inheritance? Now look, you've lost your life."
He thought Dermot should be panicking at this moment or at least cursing him, but there was nothing.
He even saw a smile on Dermot's face, making him rub his eyes in disbelief, worried he might be mistaken.
Before he could figure it out, Dermot leaped off the horse just as it was about to jump off the cliff, landing steadily at the edge, just short of falling.
Otis's smile froze. "You..."
"Is this what you prepared for me? I thought you were more capable than this." Dermot mocked.
He couldn't help but thought, 'Don't these people know I am quite skilled?'
Such a wild horse might be be hard to deal with for an ordinary person, but with Dermot's skills, controlling the horse or getting off it was not a problem.
Dermot couldn't help but wonder who was the mastermind of this plan,Gerald or Otis.
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