Chapter 422: The Eldest Young Master Law, Danger!
The opinions of everyone shifted drastically and almost unanimously stood on Tyson Law’s side.
There’s no choice, the rules may be unfair, but when it comes to winning or losing, only results matter, not the process.
Since Adrian Law chose to increase the difficulty himself, it’s no surprise that Tyson Law took advantage.
...
Everyone was thinking like this, and in Stellerton, Veridia, small-scale horse race betting isn’t prohibited; the maximum bet for participating in such group bets is ten thousand, with no minimum, and all income must be legally taxed.
Thus, within just ten minutes, a group of people lined up on Tyson Law’s side.
On the other hand, under Adrian Law’s banner, there was no one willing to bet on his victory.
Fiona Vaughn watched this scene, feeling both amused and proud.
She supported her still-flat stomach and gracefully walked toward Cecilia Vaughn.
"Sister, why hasn’t Mr. Law come out yet? He wouldn’t be planning not to show up, right?"
Seeing Fiona Vaughn slander her beloved like this, Cecilia Vaughn’s expression remained icy, drawing a sarcastic smile towards Fiona Vaughn.
"Do you think everyone is a coward like Tyson Law, needing to take full advantage even in a horse race?"
"..."
Fiona Vaughn was taken aback, not knowing what to say, for Cecilia Vaughn spoke the truth. They even hesitated to accept the challenge initially.
But the facts were one thing, being bluntly exposed by Cecilia Vaughn was another.
A furious Fiona Vaughn gritted her teeth and immediately headed to where the spectators were betting, directly speaking to the bookmaker.
"I’ll bet ten thousand on my husband to win!"
This was already the single maximum bet allowed.
After speaking, Fiona Vaughn threw a very smug glance at Cecilia Vaughn.
"Sister, do you dare to bet?"
Cecilia Vaughn knew she was using provocative tactics, unwilling to pay any attention to this woman.
Yet Fiona Vaughn insisted on working against her.
"Sister, didn’t you say before that Tyson and I were cowards? How come you’re no better yourself? Look, even spectators aren’t willing to bet on Mr. Law’s side."
"Of course, I understand you. After all, you can’t even keep the Purple Moon Charm necklace left by Mr. Law’s mother, and the shares are about to be handed over to Tyson, so how could you be in the mood to care about anything else, right?"
Cecilia Vaughn glanced coldly at Fiona Vaughn and took a deep breath, walking over to the betting area.
"I’ll bet ten thousand!"
The bookmaker naturally heard the conversation between Cecilia Vaughn and Fiona Vaughn, wiping the thin sweat from his forehead.
"Are you betting on The Eldest Young Master Law or The Second Young Master Law?"
"Of course, Adrian!"
Cecilia Vaughn resolutely nodded.
The bookmaker glanced at Cecilia Vaughn with admiration and wiped his forehead again.
"Well... since you’re betting on The Eldest Young Master Law, the odds are one to five, whereas for The Second Young Master Law, it’s one to one. Eldest Miss Vaughn, it means although your odds of winning are low, if you win, you can receive five times the payout."
"Thank you."
Cecilia Vaughn nodded slightly, indifferent to the odds, knowing that in others’ eyes, the so-called one to five odds were solely a consolation for her bet; they didn’t believe this probability was likely.
Cecilia Vaughn took another deep breath and pulled out the necklace hidden under her neck.
The sun’s rays shone brightly, and the unknown pale purple jade stone in the sunlight refracted glittering brilliance, as if the jade was flowing underneath.
Cecilia Vaughn silently gripped the Purple Moon Charm.
—Although grandmother said that the Purple Moon Charm is an ominous object that attracts evil, Cecilia Vaughn suddenly hoped, if the necklace really had a spirit, could it protect Adrian and help him win this race?
God bless, even if opposed to public opinion, she hoped Adrian could win.
Perhaps liking someone also implies a kind of blind trust.
...
Five more minutes passed, and Adrian Law still hadn’t emerged from the horse selection area.
The people who had been betting had all chosen their desired winner.
As Fiona Vaughn and Tyson Law anticipated, despite their side having one-to-one odds, apart from Cecilia Vaughn, everyone else chose their side!
This greatly satisfied Tyson Law’s pride.
He expressed a surprised sound at the right moment.
"Why hasn’t my big brother come out yet? Changing clothes and choosing a horse shouldn’t take this long."
The crowd also murmured in confusion.
"Exactly! Could The Eldest Young Master Law be running away because he saw his brother chose Morning Glory?"
"Although it’s true that Morning Glory chosen by The Second Young Master Law is an exceptional horse in the whole of Stellerton, the horse club isn’t lacking other good horses. I remember they had improved variants like the Akhal-Teke and purebred horses imported from Britain; it’s not impossible to choose a good steed!"
"Then could he be regretting giving a twenty-second head start?"
"It can’t be! The rule was set by The Eldest Young Master Law; surely he wouldn’t be such a sore loser! Besides, he’s always been steadfast in his word..."
The crowd argued various points, but Adrian Law’s prolonged absence inevitably stirred all kinds of restlessness.
Fiona Vaughn walked towards Cecilia Vaughn with an anxious look, seemingly concerned, but actually harboring a hidden motive.
"Sister, do you think Mr. Law is truly preparing to forfeit the race?"
"Oh dear, if only we knew earlier Mr. Law would be like this, Tyson wouldn’t have to be pressured into agreeing to the race. Is he planning to concede without a fight, or is he entirely disregarding our wager?"
Cecilia Vaughn coldly scrutinized Fiona Vaughn.
"He won’t possibly not come."
"Don’t speak too soon! If Mr. Law really doesn’t show, how can we force him?"
Despite Fiona Vaughn wearing high heels, she was naturally almost a head shorter than Cecilia Vaughn, only barely able to look her in the eye.
Cecilia Vaughn stared blankly at her eyes.
"There won’t be such a situation! Even if there’s just a tiny chance, I’ll race for him! The promise holds firm!"
That’s exactly what she wanted to hear!
Fiona Vaughn’s eyes sparkled.
"Sister, you are truly bold!"
...
Just as Fiona Vaughn was feeling smug, suddenly a significant commotion arose behind her.
"Heavens! Are my eyes playing tricks on me? What is that black horse Mr. Law is riding?!"
"Wow, could it be Thundercloud?! Isn’t that horse notoriously wild and untameable, not allowing anyone near?!"
"I remember the horse club mentioned that Thundercloud is very prideful, having kicked two trainers to death, after which they simply left it alone. How did The Eldest Young Master Law end up riding it?"
The crowd stared in disbelief at the man riding the black horse, almost doubting their eyes.
The person in charge of the racetrack also dropped his jaw, quickly shouting at Adrian Law both fearfully and apprehensively.
"Mr. Law! Please get off! That horse is dangerous and could kill you at any moment!"