Phoenix Rising: From Heartache to Heroism

Chapter 118

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Chapter 118 Confrontation Violeta said, "If they're buying the horse, why do they need to hit it?" Sara replied, "Because there's a nasty woman!" Julian warned, "Sara, don't talk like that." Sara pouted and muttered, "I'm not making it up. Nyla whips the horses every tshe comes here ... " The inn also sold horses, but not everyone treated them kindly.

Speople saw horses as companions, while others viewed them merely as tools.

People on the Yurtlandia Grasslands, who spent every day with their horses, naturally felt upset when their horses were beaten.

However, Nyla Smith was a big client, so they had to tolerate her behaviour.

As they passed by Princess's stall, Violeta couldn't help but ask, "Can I choose her?" Julian replied, "Are you sure? She might throw you off." "I want to go in and see." Seeing Violeta's interest in Princess, Julian opened the door. "Go ahead." Once inside, Violeta was struck by how beautiful the white horse was.

With her snowy white coat, she would look majestic running across the Yurtlandia Grasslands.

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However, as Violeta looked closer, she noticed a small notch in Princess's ear. "What's this? Why does she have a notch in her ear?" Sara said angrily, "It's all Nyla's fault! Princess was up for sale, but she's too spirited and got returned multiple times. Nyla couldn't ther, and when she cback, her ear had a notch. We couldn't sell her after that, so Dad decided to keep her for ourselves." Violeta pressed her lips together, a flicker of displeasure in her eyes.

Such a beautiful horse, marred by a man-made flaw from mistreatment.

It was such a waste! Just then, Nyla's people cout of the eastern stable, dragging a few horses with them. Violeta and the others turned to see a woman wearing a red hat leading the group, followed by several men dressed in Yurtlandian attire.

One of the horses had fresh whip marks on its body, red and raw. Nyla's method of taming horses was simple-beat them into submission.

"Why do you still do business with someone like her?" Violeta asked.

Julian sighed. "Nyla's family controls all the horse trading channels around here. If we don't sell to her, we have no other buyers. We can't afford to keep all the horses." Feeding one horse might not cost much, but feeding a herd was expensive.

The inn couldn't sustain so many horses.

As he spoke, one of the horses Nyla was leading resisted. Nyla immediately raised her whip and began to lash it.

Whack-whack The people standing next to her acted like it was nothing unusual, wearing mocking expressions.

Nyla had her own method for whipping horses. She knew exactly where to strike to inflict the most pain, so with each lash, the horse's cries grew more pained.

Julian and Sara couldn't bear to watch.

Violeta couldn't stand it any longer. She stepped forward and shouted, "Stop it!" "Hmm?" Nyla paused and turned to look at Violeta. Her eyes landed on Violeta's face, and she initially seemed a bit surprised.

Then, she muttered something in Yurtlandianese to Violeta, "Outsiders shouldn't meddle in our business, or I'll whip you too." It was obvious that Violeta and her group were not from the Yurtlandia Grasslands. Nyla could tell they were tourists, and she had seen plenty of their kind before. She didn't take Violeta seriously at all. Besides, in all of Yurtlandia, Nyla's family was powerful and feared no one.

Having said her piece, Nyla turned back and prepared to continue whipping the horse.

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Violeta strode forward and grabbed Nyla's whip tightly. "It's a living being too. Why are you abusing it?" "None of your business. I told you not to interfere, or I'll whip you too!"

Nyla yanked the whip out of Violeta's grip. No one at the inn dared to stop her, and now, infuriated by Violeta, ET she swung the whip at her. The distance was too close for Violeta to dodge in time.

The whip cdown with a loud "crack." Violeta's eyelashes fluttered. When she focused, she saw a sleeve of a luxury casual shirt in front of her eyes. "Hayden? Are you okay?" The whip had struck Hayden's forearm. His thin, casual shirt was no match for the horsehide.

Nyla's lash was strong enough to leave welts on a horse, let alone human skin.

Violeta quickly grabbed Hayden's hand and pulled up his sleeve to look. Sure enough, there was a blood-red welt.

Nyla looked at Hayden's face, slightly surprised by how handsthese tourists were.

"Hade." "Hade, are you okay?" Zoren and the others cover from the stable, checking Hayden's injury.

Nyla crossed her arms, exuding an air of arrogance. "You guys are tourists, right? What are your nam names?" Seeing the whip mark on Hayden's arm, they all glared at Nyla with anger.

They were beyond the point of civility, it was only their restraint that kept them from retaliating mmediately. Julian quickly ran over to diffuse the situation. "Nyla, they are guests of our inn! How could you do this?"

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