The white horse crossed the finish line, and Flynn’s expression remained calm, his spirit completely relaxed.
Molly frowned. She couldn’t understand how Flynn had won. Even the best horse trainer couldn’t make an untrained horse perform so well. And Flynn’s competitor was Layla, who had placed third in the national equestrian competition. Interesting. It seemed she had underestimated him. He had some skills.
Layla crossed the finish line and dismounted, handing the reins to Kimber Doyle before approaching Flynn. “You won; the ranch is yours,” Layla said indifferently.
“Hmph! He just got lucky, nothing impressive,” Kimber said sourly.
Layla shook her head. “Luck is a part of skill; don’t question it.” Despite her words, she didn’t believe it. She thought Flynn might have used some tricks, like understanding horse language or having a uniquely spirited horse that only needed minimal training to adapt to the competition. It was just a horse race; there was no need to argue about winning or losing. One race proved nothing.
“You seem quite magnanimous,” Flynn said with a half-smile. “But your subordinate needs better discipline.”
Kimber’s face turned red with anger. She had been sure Layla would win and had prepared to humiliate Flynn, but Layla lost! She was both ashamed and angry but could do nothing about it.
Layla frowned slightly and sneered, “It’s just an insignificant race, not a billion-dollar bet or a life-and-death struggle.”
Flynn smirked. “I’m afraid you’ll soon lose that billion-dollar bet too. You’d better adjust your mindset and prepare for failure.” He understood Layla’s insinuation about their business rivalry and saw her cold arrogance as confidence in her future.
“Adjust my mindset?” Layla smiled faintly. “It should be you adjusting your mindset. If I remember correctly, Rose also wants to join Dragon Creek Society?”
“Dragon Creek Society is coming to Niarak tonight. Are you ready? Ms. Sharp’s opponent tonight is strong!”
“Braiden?” Flynn raised an eyebrow. “I don’t really care who gets into Dragon Creek Society because it won’t affect the outcome.”
Layla shook her head calmly. “It seems Flynn doesn’t understand Dragon Creek Society well enough. Go back and check its history.”
Molly also shook her head. Although Dragon Creek Society had only about twenty members, they were all billionaires and leaders in their industries, famous throughout Shipmeda State. A small decision from Dragon Creek Society could impact the state’s economy significantly. Joining it would provide vast networks and resources beneficial to one’s business.
Molly didn’t understand Flynn’s attitude. Perhaps he knew Rose wouldn’t get into Dragon Creek Society and was pretending not to care.
“Understanding them is less important than having a meal; it’s meaningless,” Flynn shrugged, not taking Dragon Creek Society seriously at all.
Layla sneered and left with Kimber, not wanting to waste more words on Flynn. Even if she took Energence Pharmaceuticals seriously, her opponent was Rose, not Flynn-a marginal figure not worth lowering herself for.
With Layla gone, the spectators dispersed too. They wouldn’t fawn over Flynn just because he won a race. To them, Layla remained as dazzling as ever, while Flynn was still a nobody.
“I didn’t expect you had this skill,” Scarlet said with a smile.
She thought the race would be close since Flynn was at a disadvantage but hadn’t expected him to win so easily.
Flynn smiled back, “Just playing around; it’s nothing special. Let’s enjoy our free time.”
He put the earlier events behind him and started teaching Scarlet how to ride.
Molly also mounted her horse and began riding around. Her athletic figure was impressive-long legs, high chest, especially her firm buttocks that strained against her white riding pants when she sat on the horse. The visual impact of her bouncing chest while riding was akin to an earthquake.
Standing at 5’7″ and weighing only 110 pounds, she had curves in all the right places-truly unbelievable.
Flynn clicked his tongue in wonder before turning his gaze to Scarlet. In her chic riding outfit-black boots, red vest-she looked both cute and sexy with her slender waist and high chest.
Seeing her reminded him of Trusova; they were similar but still different.
What’s wrong with me? What have I been thinking lately? Blame those old perverts in Demon Island Prison for their dirty jokes that messed me up! And that crazy old man who never stopped talking about women even at seventy!
With such influences around him, it was no wonder Flynn couldn’t stay unaffected!
Soon, Scarlet learned how to ride a horse-not daring to gallop yet but able to stroll around on horseback.
After watching the two beauties for a while, Flynn decided to find some shade to rest.
Just as he reached a lounge chair, his phone rang.
“Mr. Price?”
Flynn paused before answering.
“Master, I’m in Niarak.”
Roman’s words made Flynn pause again and respond irritably, “Need my help again?”
“Uh… sort of…”
“Goodbye!”
Flynn pretended to hang up.
“Wait! Don’t hang up! This might be related to your mother!”
Flynn perked up instantly. “Speak! Quickly!”
“Do you remember the King of Poison case? He came to Ostrad to develop a new poison but was killed by you before succeeding.”
“According to National Security Bureau information, after Niarak announced King of Poison’s death, another foreign force infiltrated Ostrad.”
“We identified one of them as a renowned European biologist specializing in potent poisons who was wanted for murdering a European minister.”
“And strangely enough, their destination is also Shipmeda State-Pelens!”
“Pelens? A biologist?” Flynn narrowed his eyes as a thought struck him: They came for the man with the black dragon tattoo!