NovelStartChapter 1110 “Dr. Fairchild... You said you would definitely cto the horse racing event today. Please givethe medicine.” Shannon pleaded, her eyes bloodshot from anxiety. “You won't break your promise, will you? | will definitely be able to see you today, right?” “What's this? Madam, do you miss me?” Simon chuckled. His tone was mocking rather than affectionate.
“Dr. Fairchild... Simon!” Shannon cried, tears welling up in her eyes. “I miss you... | really miss you! | miss you so much that it feels like I'm losing my mind!” In reality, what she longed for the most was actually the “miracle drug” that could free her from her predicament. She had completely abandoned any sense of shfor the sake of obtaining this medicine.
“After the horse race is over, please cto the resting area of the second horse track alone. Everyone will be at the first horse track by then, and no one will be there. I'll be waiting for you.” Simon instructed.
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Shannon nodded eagerly, her eyes shining with excitement. “Okay! | will... | will definitely cto find you!” * After the spectacular opening ceremony performance, the competition officially began.
Every year, the horse racing event had two highlights. The first was the parade of the racehorses, where wealthy aristocratic families spared no cost in acquiring pricey horses from overseas to take part in a showcase of their wealth. A variety of rare and stunning horse breeds made appearances, trotting across the racetrack and creating a dazzling spectacle.
The second aspect was the horse race. Every year, the races held on the event day attract billions of dollars in bets. Sgamble for social connections, shope to win big at the races, while others compete for prestige. Not for fame, but for the glory of victory! The four prominent families have brought their cherished horses to the stables, ready and waiting to participate in the races.
Lance held a pair of binoculars and scanned the racetrack. He nudged the Wyatt beside him with his elbow and asked, “Wyatt, how much are you betting on my Big Baby today?" “Big Baby? Why haven't you changed its nyet?” Wyatt frowned disdainfully. “What sins did this horse commit to deserve such a name? | won't bet on it just because of that. It sounds like it won't run fast at all.” “Tsk, | changed it long ago! It's not called Big Baby anymore. It's called Cyclone!” Wyatt couldn't help but tease. “Cyclone? While other horses run forward, does yours just spin in place?” Lance was at a loss for words, while the family members surrounding them couldn't stop laughing. Bella was truly impressed. by Wyatt's quick wit.
“Wyatt, you're getting stingier as you get older! Not only do you mock
me, but you also refuse to bet on my horse! Are we still friends?” Lance pouted, acting like an old toddler.
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“l won't place a bet. If | bet on my own horse,whether it wins or loses.
I'll be happy. But if | bet on someone else's horse and it loses .I won't be able to sleep tonight.I'm petty like that.” “Geez, you're so heartless!” “Uncle Lance, I'll bet on your Cyclone.” Asher stepped in at this
moment, smiling gently. “I have faith in your horse.I'll wager a small. amount as a gesture of goodwill. | hope you don’t mind.” “Asher, you're too kind. I'm very happy that you trust my Cyclone!” However, Lance still asked naively, “How much are you betting?” Asher’s gentle eyes narrowed slightly as he raised his slender index finger.
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