Rebirth: Tragedy to Triumph
Chapter 122 The Unexpected Arrival
Having her record broken filled Nyla with rage.
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The fact that she hadnât exploded was surprising enoughâthere was no way she would let herself be whipped.
Nyla kicked over the chair beside her and turned to her subordinate. âBring my horse, Gale. I want to race again! I canât believe that old horse beat my record.â
âYes, Ms. Smith.
The staff brought the whip and handed it to Violeta. Violeta didnât care if Nyla accepted her defeat or not, she determined to deliver that lash.
The whip was short, only twenty inches long.
Violeta took it and cracked it in the air, producing a sharp âsnapâ that echoed loudly.
Hearing the sound, Nyla turned her head, her pupils dilating in shock.
Violeta looked formidable, and Nyla realised she was serious about the whipping. Nyla took a step back. âYou really intend to whip me? Do you have any idea who I am?â
Violeta replied, âDid you think I was joking?
She aimed the whip at Nyla and lashed out with full force.
Nylaâs eyes widened as she quickly ducked behind her subordinate.
âOuch!â
The subordinate cried out in pain as the whip struck his shoulder.
Seeing she had hit the wrong person, Violeta said, âSorry, but you can blame your mistress for using you as a shield. I wonât cover your medical expenses.â
Nyla shouted, âDo you know who I am? If you dare hit me, none of you will leave the Yurtlandia Grasslands!â
Hearing this, Violeta chuckled.
She swung the whip again, and Nyla quickly ran to avoid it.
The whipâs tip caught Nylaâs ponytail, yanking out few strands of hair. Her hair became dishevelled as she tumbled into a nearby haystack, looking utterly humiliated.
Nyla clutched her head and glared at Sawyer, gritting her teeth. âSawyer! You must want to lose your job, standing by while this woman aftacks me!â
No one came to Nylaâs aid, they all watched coldly.
Sawyer responded, âNyla, this was your bet with Ms. White. You lost and should accept the consequences. Running away only brings shame to your family.â
Chapter 122 The Unexpected Arrival
Nyla snarled, âThis over. Your inn is finished!â
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Violeta retracted the whip. âRunning wonât help. Iâm going to give you this lash, and no one can stop it.â
Nyla quickly bolted towards the stable doors, her subordinates following.
Violeta swung the whip again..
Snap!
It missed her once more.
How tedious. Nyla really couldnât handle losing.
Just then, one of the innâs staff hurried over to Sawyer. âMr. Qualls, the trade association is here!â
Hiding behind a table, Nylaâs face lit up with glee.
She stood and pointed at Sawyer, Violeta, and the others. âYouâre all finished! It must be my uncle! Sawyer, I told you, your inn is done for, and your kids wonât have a future!â
Nylaâs vindictiveness was extreme,
Anyone who crossed her faced retribution.
Sawyerâs heart tightened. Even though Nyla was in the wrong, she could twist the truth, and the trade association might target the inn.
âThe trade association?â
Violeta turned to Niall, who nodded in confirmation.
Violeta instantly understood that the trade association people were likely called by Niall.
Nyla quickly tidied her hair and ran out.
Sawyer was . âThis isnât good. Nyla is a master of twisting the truth. Sheâs going to make a complaint first.â
Niall calmly said, âNo problem. Letâs go out and see what sheâs capable of.â
Nyla dashed out ahead to complain, but when she reached the front hall, her smile froze on her face.
There, sitting on the sofa, was the young man she whipped earlier, getting his wound treated.
The trade association representative, dressed in a work uniform, was sitting next to him, fawning and smiling, trying to engage him in conversation.
The young man, however, ignored him completely.
âDad
Nyla shocked to see that the trade association representative wasnât her uncle as she had expected, but her father!
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Chapter 122 The Unexpected Arrival
Dylan turned at the sound of Nylaâs voice, his expression darkening immediately.
âNyla, is your doing?â
Nyla was most afraid of her father, Dylan.
Why was he here in person?
Why wasnât Uncle?
Her hands clenched under her sleeves, and she didnât dare speak.