Chapter 446

The match time was up; the air thrummed with anticipation and the roar of eager crowds as the jockeys, astride their magnificent steeds, made a glittering entrance into the arena.

Amidst a shower of roses and the thunder of applause, the jockeys stood tall and proud, warriors each and every one.

The announcer’s voice boomed with excitement as he introduced each competitor and their gallant horses. All eyes were on the track, home fans cheering for their favorites. But there were a few who, in silence, awaited the arrival of a particular beauty.

“And now, ladies and gentlemen.”

The announcer’s voice hitched as he scanned his notes, causing a hush to sweep over the crowd.

“Please welcome the daughter of Chairman Emeric Ashbourne, the daughter of the Ashbourne family, Ms. Evadne Ashbourne!”

The crowd erupted in astonishment. Good heavens, the Ashbourne family’s daughter competing in the flesh? Could she truly be such an equestrian force?

Jewelry designer Alea, hotel magnate, fashion designer Haron, illustrious doctor Dr. Eve and now, a jockey too. What other surprises did she harbor, unknown to the world?

Yet, some onlookers couldn’t help their envious comments.

“Can’t that big–shot corporation afford a professional jockey? Why send the family gem to rough it up? Talk about cheap thrills.”

“Seriously, the racetrack is so dusty and grimy. If it were me, I would never agree to step in there.”

“And horses, they’re beasts after all. What if one goes berserk and she gets thrown or trampled? Seems the Ashbourne lady will stop at nothing for a bit of the limelight.”

Evadne, clad in a striking black and white riding ensemble, gracefully led her horse Wind into the arena.

The spectators were spellbound, even the naysayers fell silent for she was a vision of beauty.

Bland riding attire was often demanding of one’s figure; not any woman could embody its uniqueness, yet all those concerns and defects seemed dissolved in front of her impeccable body.

Her clear eyes and bright smile, her statuesque form, all radiated a fierce, sun–like brilliance.

Seeing his woman entering the arena, Thaddeus couldn’t help but rush to the forefront, gripping the railing with white–knuckled intensity, his eyes fixed on the breathtaking Evadne.

“Evadne,” he whispered her name, his voice thick with an emotion that almost brought him to tears.

Edith observed his longing gaze, scoffed, and drowned her irritation in a hefty swig of bourbon.

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wanted. Maybe later he’d miss this time for the rest of his

felt a stormy scowl crease his forehead. Not wanting to cause a scene, he redirected

know? She’s

this horse show. She used to cling to him relentlessly, and now she seemed

“Dennis.”

Abernathy,”

wife. And when you do, tell her to come

nodded and left

some illicit potion, which drenched

to

but play the role of the spirited cheerleader amidst the

eyes, as clear as stars, sparkled with excitement and her fists clenched

they do about this whirlwind of a man? They

Thaddeus roasted in a jealous tone as he shot him a cold glance, “Just

know how

I’m just being a passionate spectator. If Marilla were racing, I’d leap from here and sprint alongside her, cheering her on without a care in the

words, unconvinced. Aren’t

just too uptight, man.” Jareth clapped him on the back, “I know exactly what you’re thinking. You’re more anxious and worried for Evadne than anyone here. You should shout it

passed through Thaddeus’s long lashes, his voice a husky

Jareth smirked knowingly, “Spicy taste, I get

stoic type, seemingly above worldly desires. Now, with love igniting

man.

unromantic; it’s just a matter

eyes shone with nervous anticipation. Only William

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wandered greedily over her, lingering on her shapely legs hugged by tight

sheltered Ms. Ashbourne. She was exactly his type. Once the race was over, he resolved to

feel a drum of anxiety in her chest and whispered to Cassius, “That man from the Morris

noticed too?” He had seen it before – the old man’s

that if we wanted to expand our business here, we’d have to deal with their family eventually. What if that Junior Morris takes a fancy to

older than Evadne – it’s not a suitable match. Besides, they’re from another country

Abernathy. He might change his mind, who

uneasy.

his daughter’s happiness for personal gain,” Cassius asserted,

admire his daughter’s grace, instructing Mr. Dylan

she focused ahead. Her seemingly delicate

male jockeys sneered at her, thinking, “This pampered little miss – just

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