Chapter 506 Who Can Take the Lead?
The two just stood there looking at each other, but the warm and sweet atmosphere was felt by everyone.
Love needed no words; their deep, affectionate gazes and subtle interactions said it all.
Elbert furrowed his brows and glanced at Charlie, who also couldn't hide his gloomy expression.
"Alright, alright, I can't control you. The Edward family is a walking money machine; bet as much as you like." Evelyn turned her back on him, but a small smile crept up her lips.
Gilbert was completely left out, with anger boiling in his chest!
Edward noticed Gilbert's face gradually turning pale, like an evil demon.
He felt no sense of victory; instead, he feared Gilbert was brewing some sinister plot in the dark. His only fear was that Evelyn might get hurt.
So, he instinctively stayed close behind Evelyn, like a deep and towering mountain, solid and reliable, silently protecting her.
Everyone placed their bets. Eric didn't bet on the Wellington Group's horse or the Taylor family's horse but followed Molly's advice and chose a pure white, glowing horse that wasn't particularly outstanding.
The reason? It looked good.
For girls, looking at horses is no different from looking at cars. Whether it's a luxury car or not, performance doesn't matter; it just has to look good!
Eric, in high spirits, waved his hand and bet twenty million dollars on horse number fourteen!
He had nothing but money. Throwing out twenty million dollars was like tossing two thousand beans. As long as Molly was happy.
"Gavin, are you interested in placing a bet?" Patrick stood beside Gavin, smiling.
"I am indeed interested, but horse betting is not just entertainment; it's also an investment."
Gavin looked through binoculars at the vast racetrack. "I'm selecting a horse with an excellent pedigree and outstanding quality. If the owner can take good care of their horse and win the top prize, I think their business acumen and capabilities won't be too bad either."
Patrick furrowed his brows.
Gavin's words sounded like he was looking for a new business partner.
Now that the Wellington Group had signed with the Journey Group, they would start building a commercial complex in Mythorica's largest city next year. Everything was ready.
Could it be that Gavin had other business plans and intended to find another domestic group to collaborate with?
"As we all know, horses are not only our national mascot, but equestrian sports are also loved by everyone, from ordinary citizens to nobles and dignitaries."
"So, our group decided last month to collaborate with your country's renowned consortium to establish four five-star equestrian hotels in Mythorica and your country, combining hotels and entertainment." Gavin smiled.
"We've already conducted market research. This type of hotel is not new in Mythorica, but there isn't a single hotel in all of Mugden operating in this way."
"If we can try this type of hotel in big cities like Mugden, I think it will attract more attention. The commercial value generated will be immeasurable." Sawyer was clearly very satisfied with their new investment plan and couldn't help but show a proud smile.
Their conversation was loud enough for the upper-class people present to hear.
Elbert and Maurice's eyes sparkled with ambitious light.
If they could collaborate with the Journey Group, the Wellington Group would no longer be the largest group in Mugden! In the business world, everyone was ambitious and wanted to expand their territory. Who didn't want to make more money?
Patrick's heart was also stirred, and he clenched his fist secretly.
Although he was unhappy that Gavin and Sawyer didn't prioritize the Wellington Group, at least they already had a foundation of cooperation. Yet, they were still looking for other partners.
So, Patrick confidently said, "Mr. Gavin, the Wellington Group also has its racetracks in Mugden and other cities. In terms of racetrack construction, the Wellington Group is the most experienced in all of Mugden."
"Shameless." Maurice mocked in a low voice, showing disdain for Patrick's words.
"Patrick, it's true that the Wellington Group has racetracks, but you can't just throw around the word 'most experienced.'"
Elbert couldn't stand it anymore and interjected, "Today, the Alexander family is the host. The racetrack you're standing on is the largest in all of Mugden, understand?"
Patrick remained composed, "That's because you built it later. Back then, the Wellington Group was far ahead."
Elbert couldn't take it and dragged Charlie into it, "The KnightSpear Group built its racetrack in the country thirty years ago. Not only was it the largest at the time, but it is still the only one in Hameen. Charlie hasn't even used the term 'far ahead' to praise himself, but Patrick dares to say it."
Charlie remained silent.
What did this have to do with him? Why did Elbert drag him into it?
Patrick felt a surge of anger but took a deep breath to suppress it.
Right now, Elbert was firmly tying himself to the Taylor family, probably to oppose the Wellington Group and find a strong ally!
"Besides, what's the use of just building a racetrack? The key is the quality of the horses and whether the supply channels can be guaranteed. In this regard, the KnightSpear Group is more experienced than the Wellington Group. They have high-quality breeding resources abroad and a large stable in Hameen. There's no need to worry about the quality of the horses."
"Patrick seems to be quite out of touch with the current market trends. Well, it's understandable; after all, the world belongs to the young," Elbert said, not hiding his dissatisfaction with the Wellington Group, his words sharp and pointed.
Especially the last sentence, which hit Patrick's weak spot.
"Mr. Wilson, our Clark Group also has its stables with excellent horse resources. The horse we selected to participate in this race is personally bred by the Clark Group, number eight!"
"In our country, the number 'eight' signifies prosperity!" Maurice couldn't speak up, so Neil seized the opportunity to eagerly recommend himself.
If he could secure a chance for the Clark Group to collaborate with the Journey Group today, his reputation and standing within the Clark Group, as well as in Maurice's eyes, would rise. Balancing Eric in the future would be as easy as crushing an ant!
That bastard Eric should just spend his life with that useless Molly!
Except for Charlie, the atmosphere among the families was tense.
"Evelyn, Charlie really knows how to keep his cool," Edward whispered in Evelyn's ear, full of admiration.
"The olive branch extended by the Journey Group, do you find it tempting?" Evelyn's bright eyes glanced at Edward.
"Tempting."
"If you find it tempting, how could Charlie not be tempted?"
Evelyn nudged him lightly with her elbow, "Charlie is just pretending. If he were truly virtuous, would he have married four wives?"
Edward was both amused and exasperated by Evelyn's merciless sarcasm towards her father.
"Charlie is too arrogant. He hasn't actively sought out new collaborations for many years. Either people are eager to curry favor with him, or Landon goes out to negotiate. The older he gets, the more he cares about his face." Evelyn crossed her arms and shook her head repeatedly.
"So, what now?"
Edward's eyes deepened, and he wrapped his large hand around her slender waist, becoming more audacious as no one was watching.
First, he gently rubbed the small of her back, which he loved, then slowly moved his hand downward.
"Ugh."
Unexpectedly, Evelyn's delicate brows furrowed, and her sharp high heel landed directly on his toe, causing him to cry out in pain!
The ruined shoe was no big deal, but his toe was on the verge of a fracture.
"Show some respect, Edward."
Evelyn flicked her hair, the strands brushing against his cheek, stirring his heartstrings, "Otherwise, next time, it'll be a horse's hoof on your foot."
The man lowered his gaze, staring deeply at her, his voice hoarse with restraint, "So, when we get home, does that mean..."
"Home matters can be discussed at home." Evelyn's words were firm, but her heart was in turmoil, her lashes fluttering shyly.
Edward was at his wit's end, even needing to watch his woman's mood to get close.
"Everyone here has a lot of experience with racetracks and horse breeding; it's hard to say who's better."
Gavin, growing more interested, had an idea and decided to test everyone's strength, "Why don't we take this opportunity to have a competition?"
"A competition?" Everyone was surprised.
"I heard you all brought horses to participate in the race. If not chosen, they were bred by your own families. So, let's have a horse race."
"Whoever's horse wins the championship and stands out, the Journey Group will choose them as the partner for this racetrack hotel project!"
The crowd was in an uproar!
It sounded a bit rash, but Gavin had his considerations.
First, the four families' strengths were not vastly different, and each had its expertise in the country, capable of standing on its own. Using this competition to select a partner would make the other three families accept the result willingly.
Second, he wasn't keen on collaborating with the Wellington Group again; he was very dissatisfied with Edward.
But given the Wellington Group's status in Mugden, he couldn't make it too obvious. So, he used this method to give the Wellington Group three strong competitors.
Evelyn frowned at the mention of a horse race.
She really wanted the racetrack hotel project!
Evelyn was always ambitious and driven, never wanting to miss any money-making opportunity!
Edward saw through her thoughts and softly asked, "Evelyn, didn't you just say that the SilverSteed your uncle brought has average qualifications? But I see that the horses Patrick and the Clark family brought are all million-dollar thoroughbreds, clearly aiming to showcase their strength at this race."
"How confident are you? If you're not sure, I can send Bart to get a better horse as quickly as possible. What do you think?"
Edward was genuinely concerned for Evelyn, afraid she might miss this opportunity.
"There's no time to change horses now. Besides, Charlie is proud. Asking him to change horses would be like insulting him, saying you don't trust him."
Evelyn pondered for a moment, her beautiful eyes full of thought, "No worries. The horse's qualifications are one thing, but the jockey's skill is another. It's like a top-tier sports car; without a top-notch driver, it can't perform at its best."
"Our Taylor family's jockey was once an international champion. He's been training SilverSteed for years, so he should be able to perform exceptionally."
At that moment, Hubert rushed in from outside, looking tense as he approached Charlie.
"Charlie, there's a situation!"
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