Chapter 508 Intense Pursuit
The competition time arrived, and amidst the anticipation and cheers of the crowd, the jockeys led their superior and well-built steeds onto the stage.
Amidst the flowers and applause, the jockeys held their heads high, each one like a warrior.
The emcee enthusiastically introduced each contestant and their horses.
Almost everyone was focused on their horses, except for some in the VIP section, who silently watched the entrance of a beautiful figure.
"The next contestant is..."
The emcee suddenly stared at the contestant list in his hand, stunned.
The entire venue fell silent.
"The daughter of the KnightSpear Group's Charlie, the eldest daughter of the Taylor family, Evelyn!"
The crowd was in an uproar, astonished!
"Oh my God, the eldest daughter of the Taylor family is personally competing? Is her equestrian skill that impressive?"
Jewelry designer Alexa, hotel manager, fashion designer Sharon, renowned doctor White God, and now she was a jockey, too.
What other surprises did she have that people didn't know about?
However, some onlookers were envious and critical.
"Can't the KnightSpear Group, such a large consortium, afford a jockey? Does Evelyn have to compete with herself? This move is too unbecoming of her status."
"Exactly, the racetrack is so dusty and dirty. If it were me, I wouldn't go."
"After all, horses are animals. What if one goes crazy on the track and she gets thrown off or trampled? The eldest daughter of the Taylor family will do anything for attention."
Evelyn, dressed in a striking black and white riding outfit, led SilverSteed with an imposing presence, walking gracefully onto the field.
Everyone watched intently, even those who had mocked her fell silent.
Because she was truly stunning.
The riding outfit's simple colors and high demands on the figure meant not every woman could pull off its unique charm.
But all these concerns and flaws were perfectly resolved by Evelyn's exceptional figure.
With bright eyes and white teeth, a tall waist and long legs, and a fierce and heroic aura, she was like a radiant sun.
Seeing Evelyn enter, Edward rushed to the front in a few quick steps, gripping the railing tightly, his starry eyes gazing longingly at the breathtakingly beautiful Evelyn.
"Evelyn!" he murmured her name, feeling an inexplicable urge to cry.
Jessica glared at the man's back, downing a large glass of wine with a cold smile.
'Watch, maybe you'll never see her again.'
Patrick, seeing his usually proud son now looking infatuated in front of the Taylor family's eldest daughter, had a dark expression but couldn't lose his temper. He redirected his anger towards Debra, "Where's Tiffany? The competition is about to start, everyone is here at this crucial moment, where did she go?"
Debra, feeling aggrieved, blurted out, "How would I know? She's your wife, you should be aware of her whereabouts, shouldn't you?"
Patrick's brow furrowed tightly.
It was strange, lately Tiffany had been giving him a sneaky feeling, especially during this horse race. She used to cling to him 24/7, but now she seemed to keep her distance, as if she was up to something shady.
"Carl."
"Yes, Mr. Wellington." Carl immediately walked over.
"Go find Tiffany and tell her to come back quickly."
Carl immediately turned and left.
Debra panicked, thinking Tiffany might be meeting Percy at the racetrack today to trade the potion. She broke out in a cold sweat, cursing herself for speaking out!
She quickly took out her phone and secretly sent Tiffany a message:
[Mom! Dad sent someone to find you. Be careful!]
Meanwhile, Eric, seeing Evelyn appear, the only woman among the male jockeys, stood out like a red flower among green leaves, shouted, "Woo woo woo! Evelyn, you're so cool! Go for it! Woo woo woo!"
Molly, instead of being displeased, clenched her fists, her clear eyes shining like stars, full of anticipation.
The Clark family members looked helpless.
They could only pretend not to know him.
"What are you shouting for? Are you a baboon?"
Edward glanced coldly, mocking, "Quiet down, are you the only one with a mouth?"
"If Molly were competing, I'd jump down from here and run alongside her on the track! I'd cheer for her, even if it meant losing my dignity!"
Edward sneered, "Do you think you have any dignity left?"
"You just overvalue your dignity or status." Eric patted Edward's shoulder, "Do you think I don't know what you're thinking? You're more nervous than anyone, more worried about Evelyn than anyone. You should shout it out loud like me! How else would anyone know?"
"I'm not as exaggerated as you. Besides, who says I don't express myself?"
Edward's long eyelashes trembled, his Adam's apple bobbing, and a hoarse voice followed, "When we get home, I'll definitely reward you well."
Eric raised an eyebrow, understanding and chuckling, "Got it!"
Edward used to be aloof and indifferent, with little desire. Now, with the nourishment of love, his hormones were exploding.
There was no such thing as being desireless, just not having met the right person.
The high society members in the VIP section watched their horses enter the track, ready to go, their eyes shining brightly, feeling very nervous.
Only Gavin and Sawyer remained calm, watching them compete.
Sawyer picked up binoculars and looked at Evelyn on the fifth track, his greedy and lustful gaze moving from top to bottom, finally pausing on her shapely legs in tight pants, his Adam's apple bobbing, tongue licking his lips.
He didn't expect this pampered noble lady to have such a wild and unrestrained side; it was exactly to his taste.
When the horse race was over, he would definitely persuade Gavin to propose to the Taylor family!
Joyce had been observing Gavin and Sawyer for a while. Seeing Sawyer's attention fixed on Evelyn, she couldn't help but worry and whispered to Landon, "Landon, it seems Sawyer is very interested in Evelyn."
Landon's expression darkened upon hearing this, "You noticed too?"
He had already noticed that Sawyer was interested in Evelyn!
"What should we do? I'm a bit scared."
Joyce furrowed her delicate brows, very worried, "Gavin and Sawyer are top tycoons in Mythorica. Charlie mentioned them before, saying that if we want to develop in Mythorica in the future, we can't avoid dealing with their families. If Sawyer sets his sights on Evelyn and uses cooperation as a bargaining chip to propose to Charlie, what should we do?"
Landon frowned in thought for a moment, then comforted her in a gentle voice, "It won't happen. Sawyer is almost forty, ten years older than Evelyn, which is already unsuitable. Plus, they are from Mythorica. Nancy has already married far away, and Dad would never agree to Evelyn marrying far away and being separated from her family."
"That's true, but Charlie is now trying hard to break up Evelyn and Edward. Who knows if he might change his mind?" Joyce was still uneasy.
"Although Dad doesn't like Edward, he would never sacrifice his daughter's lifelong happiness for personal gain," Landon said firmly, though his face was serious.
At this moment, Charlie was also admiring Evelyn's beautiful figure through binoculars. He instructed Hubert to record a video and contact the officials to take more beautiful photos of Evelyn.
Evelyn's eyes were sharp, staring straight ahead. Her seemingly delicate body was actually filled with immense, explosive power.
The male jockeys on both sides glanced at her, some with a hint of disdain.
The referee shouted, and everyone leaned forward.
"SilverSteed, go!" Evelyn's body tensed, adjusting her breathing.
Then, a deafening gunshot rang out.
Fourteen horses shot out like arrows, among them, SilverSteed had the fastest start and the strongest explosive power!
The crowd went wild, waves of cheers surged higher and higher!
Edward watched Evelyn galloping, his heart pounding, blood boiling in his veins!
'Go, Evelyn.'
'You can do it, go!'
Evelyn's clear shout cut through the wind. SilverSteed was as fast as lightning. She could even feel the pressure and resistance from the air!
But who among those competing here was weak?
Although SilverSteed was temporarily leading, due to its physical condition, even with Evelyn's full control, its advantage was not obvious compared to other top horses.
Soon, a foreign contestant caught up!
"Hahaha! Good! Good!"
Maurice excitedly tapped his cane on the ground, beaming, "Did you all see that? Our Clark family's ThunderStride is leading!"
Neil seized the opportunity to flatter, "You had an exceptional eye to choose ThunderStride among so many young horses back then!"
Eric's left lip curled in contempt, "Flattery."
"Maurice, it's only been one lap, just a warm-up. It's too early to celebrate, don't you think?" Gilbert smirked, adjusting his glasses.
"Gilbert, I know you want Evelyn to win, after all, she's your sweetheart."
Neil, who had long disliked this arrogant junior, seized the chance to mock, "But some things in this world can't be forced. Like the person you love, having someone else in their heart, or the horse you bet on breaking its leg and losing. ThunderStride clearly has a superior structure and physique. In the face of absolute strength, everything else is futile."
In a few words, he not only exposed Gilbert's pain or weakness but also mocked the other three families!
Gilbert's lips tightened, his eyes gradually reddening, hiding a cold and sinister chill.
Edward watched indifferently. He naturally hoped Evelyn would win steadily, but he had to admit, Neil wasn't entirely wrong.
"Neil is a despicable person. But what he just said is actually accurate for once."
Eric leaned against the railing, seeing Gilbert's face turn pale with anger, feeling immensely satisfied, "Look, look, Gilbert's face is really grim!"
"Who?" Edward's brows furrowed.
"Gilbert! He's a despicable person, always pretending to be innocent or pitiful in front of Evelyn; it's disgusting! Lowly! Despicable! Ugh!" Eric spat, wishing he could punch Gilbert and shatter his hypocritical facade.
Edward said nothing, but he secretly agreed with Eric's assessment.
The race entered the second lap, and the gap began to widen.
Currently, the Clark family's ThunderStride was in first place, SilverSteed in second, and closely following, trying to overtake at any moment, was the Wellington Group's BlazeRunner.
The Clark family's jockey, a robust foreigner, whistled at Evelyn as he passed her and taunted her!
When had Evelyn ever been treated like this?
If she didn't win this race, she would never ride a horse again!
Evelyn steeled herself, gritting her teeth, and relentlessly pursued with SilverSteed.
The main group had been left far behind; only these three were fiercely competing, the race was intense!
In the stands, Jessica stared intently at Evelyn, or rather, at SilverSteed's legs.
A sinister smile crept up her lips.
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