At this moment, a young master sitting at the edge of the stands shouted, “What’s the point of just watching? Let’s place a bet on that purebred horse.”
On the large screen of the stands, a noble and well-bred horse was being led by an attendant.
Someone sneered, “You’re really extravagant. Everyone knows Isaac’s companion today is the equestrian champion this year. She can win with her eyes closed.”
Callie looked up and saw Isaac there, holding a woman in his arms, completely ignoring Regan. No one around seemed to find it inappropriate.
The people in the venue were observant. Seeing Callie standing still, someone immediately scolded a woman standing close to Nelson, “Why are you standing there like a post? Can’t you see? Make way.”
The woman was momentarily surprised. Seeing Callie’s face, she stepped back immediately.
Everyone knew about her complicated relationship with Nelson.
For a moment, all eyes were on Callie. She was dressed in a smoky-colored haute couture outfit, exuding both elegance and charm. Standing there silently, no one dared to make a joke.
Someone tried to ease the situation, but she didn’t move forward. She stood two people away from Nelson, meeting his gaze with defiance.
Nelson twisted the cap off a water bottle nonchalantly, “What? You don’t want to stand with me?”
“Mr. Oconnor, you’re too distinguished. I’m not worthy.”
Nelson scrutinized her. Her scandalous affair with Jamir had been the talk since she joined the Ellison family, making her quite dazzling.
He tapped the water bottle on the stand decisively, “Win, and I’ll let you go.”
Callie glanced around. Several glamorous women were adjusting their outfits, each standing beside a horse, ready for an equestrian competition.
These were probably companions brought by various rich boys, bored and using them for entertainment.
In this circle, this was nothing unusual. Callie had seen rows of women lying naked on the ground before, covered with stacks of money. When a young master lost at dice, he would pull a stack off his companion’s body-playing for thrills and excitement.
In this world, women had no dignity, especially those dependent on men.
Callie understood that Nelson was deliberately making a spectacle of her in front of everyone.
She didn’t want to stand out, but seeing the situation, Nelson wouldn’t let her go easily.
Isaac kept watching her, sneering, “Don’t tell me you’re afraid.”
Callie immediately turned around, her skirt swirling at her ankles, high heels clicking decisively on the ground.
Isaac frowned, inexplicably feeling that her gaze was particularly lethal.
An attendant led Callie to change into an equestrian outfit. Her good figure was accentuated by the tight clothing, her waistline clearly defined. She tied her hair into a high ponytail and mounted the horse without any fear.
She looked down and saw the woman who had been clinging to Isaac also approaching.
In the lounge, everyone’s eyes were fixed on the screen.
Nelson stood still, switching to a glass of strong liquor, ice clinking inside.
A whistle sounded in the arena, and the horses on the track immediately bolted forward.
Callie had ridden a horse once before in front of Nelson and Jaquan, but she had fallen that time and hadn’t dared to try again since. That was her only experience.
She gripped the reins tightly with one hand and swung the whip with the other, trying to control the horse to run forward while staying as calm as possible.
However, the other women had no riding experience and were running very slowly. After all, if they fell and ruined their proud faces, it would be disastrous.
Callie was reckless; she temporarily took the lead.