Phoenix Rising: From Heartache to Heroism novel Chapter 122

Having her record broken filled Nyla with rage.

The fact that she hadn't exploded was surprising enough—there was no way she would let herself be whipped.

Nyla kicked over the chair beside her and turned to her subordinate. "Bring my horse, Gale. I want to race again! I can't believe that old horse beat my record."

"Yes, Ms. Smith."

The staff brought the whip and handed it to Violeta. Violeta didn't care if Nyla accepted her defeat or not, she was 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 "snap" 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. "You really intend to whip me? Do you have any idea who I am?"

Violeta replied, "Did you think I was joking?"

She aimed the whip at Nyla and lashed out with full force.

Nyla's eyes widened as she quickly ducked behind her subordinate.

"Ouch!"

The subordinate cried out in pain as the whip struck his shoulder.

Seeing she had hit the wrong person, Violeta said, "Sorry, but you can blame your mistress for using you as a shield. I won't cover your medical expenses."

Nyla shouted, "Do you know who I am? If you dare hit me, none of you will leave the Yurtlandia Grasslands!"

Hearing this, Violeta chuckled.

She swung the whip again, and Nyla quickly ran to avoid it.

The whip's tip caught Nyla's ponytail, yanking out a 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. "Sawyer! You must want to lose your job, standing by while this woman attacks me!"

No one came to Nyla's aid, they all watched coldly.

Sawyer responded, "Nyla, this was your bet with Ms. White. You lost and should accept the consequences. Running away only brings shame to your family."

Nyla snarled, "This isn't over. Your inn is finished!"

Violeta retracted the whip. "Running won't help. I'm going to give you this lash, and no one can stop it."

Nyla quickly bolted towards the stable doors, her subordinates following.

Violeta swung the whip again.

Snap!

It missed her once more.