Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted

Chapter 557

The speed of the two horses was unexpectedly equally matched.

Keegan pressed his body down and stared forward with a sullen gaze in his eyes while swinging his horsewhip at the appropriate time to alter the direction.

When turning a corner, Juno outpaced the brown horse with a leap.

This move of overtaking Marshall made him slowly accumulate disadvantages.

Although their speed was still fast, the two- or three-meters distance could not be shortened regardless of any method used.

Keegan turned around to look at Marshall.

The corner of his lips twitched into a smile.

He turned his head back around and sped up again.

Marshall focused his gaze and flung a single harsh whip onto the horse's body.

The brown horse shrieked and accelerated its sprint speed.

The brown horse was unknowingly frightened at the final bend and pressing onto the finish line.

With another loud shriek, it shook Marshall off its back.

Stella was shocked and screamed out, "Mr.Moore!"

Marshall's whole body was flung to one side of the saddle with one leg dangling.

The other leg was hooked at the stirrup while both his hands had a deathly grip on the reins.

due to the exertion of force, and the

horse was

carried Marshall while

sweat broke on her back as she shouted Keegan's name

had gone out of control and quickly rode Juno to chase

left the racetrack and had

ran

Stella's expression changed drastically.

to have noticed this and turned around

Seeing the horse get closer and closer to Stella, Keegan's expression turned

back with one hand,

looked for the right opportunity and jumped onto the brown

at its reins hard

more frenzied due to the

who was dangling on the other

was changing color due to

and his fingers were quivering faintly from withstanding his weight in the

let you jump off ina moment, you let go and roll

tightened his expression while looking at

tried his best to control the direction with a solemn face while trying to soothe the manic

did not seem

he wanted to control it,

timing to use his leg to kick Marshall off when the horse passed

was still thinking, 'Didn't he say he would shout, let go?' When his

tumbled a few rounds on the sand pit of the buffer

came over to check on Marshall's

scraped,