Chapter 871 Horse Racing


    Mr. Dexter, sitting at the edge of the stands, raised his voice. “What’s the point of just watching? Let’s


    make it interesting with a wager. Let’s bet on that thoroughbred horse.”


    On therge screen of the stadium, an attendant was leading a noble horse of excellent quality.


    Someone scoffed. “You really know how to spend money without restraint. Everyone knows that the


    woman Zach brought today is this year’s equestrian champion. She could win even with her eyes


    closed.”


    Josie lifted his gaze, only to find that Zach was also present. He was holding a woman in his arms,


    pletely disregarding Laura, and no one there seemed to find anything amiss.


    The people in the room knew how to read the room. Seeing Josie standing in ce, a woman standing


    close to Dexter scolded her, “Are you trying to be a pir, standing there? Don’t you have any sense?


    Make some room for others.”


    The woman looked surprised for a moment, then upon seeing Josie’s face, she immediately stepped


    back.


    Everyone knew her rtionship with Dexter wasplicated, and the two were still entangled.


    For a moment, everyone’s gaze fell on Josie. That day, she was dressed in a gray haute couture,


    exuding charm without losing her dignity. Standing there in silence, no one dared to interrupt with a


    joke.


    Someone had stepped in to defuse the situation, so she didn’t approach. She locked eyes with Dexter


    through the gap between the two people, her gaze anything but submissive.


    Dexter, with an impassive face, opened the water bottle. “What’s the matter? You don’t want to stand


    with me?”


    “You’re of noble status, Mr. Russell. I am not worthy.”


    Dexter scrutinized her from head to toe. The rumors about her and Morgan had been circting since


    she entered the Olsen family. It was indeed eye-catching.


    He tapped the bleachers lightly with his water bottle, uttering decisively, “If you win, you’re free to go.”


    Josie cast a nce. Several morous women were adjusting their outfits, each standing next to a


    horse. They were preparing for a horse-ridingpetition.


    It was likely that thosedies werepanions brought by the scions of various families, used for


    amusement when they had nothing better to do.


    In reality, that was nothing unusual for this circle. Josie had seen rows of women lying naked on the


    ground before, their bodies covered with stacks of money. Whenever a scion lost in their games, he


    would take a stack of money from his femalepanion. The thrill and excitement were what they


    were really ying for.


    In this circle, women had no dignity, especially those women who were dependent on men.


    Josie understood clearly Dexter was deliberately making fun of her in front of everyone.


    She didn’t want to draw attention to herself, but judging by the situation, Dexter wouldn’t let her off


    easily.


    Zach stared intently the whole time, chuckling, “You’re not scared, are you?”


    Josie turned around, her skirt swaying at her ankles, her high heels clicking assertively on the ground.


    Zach furrowed his brow, inexplicably feeling that her gaze was extraordinarily intimidating.Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org.


    The attendant led Josie to change into equestrian attire. Her figure was excellent, and her waistline


    perfectly entuated. She tied her hair up in a high ponytail, showing no fear as she mounted the


    horse.


    She lowered her gaze, noticing the woman who had been nestled next to Zach earlier was now walking


    toward her.


    In the lounge, everyone’s gaze was fixed on the screen.


    Dexter stood still, a fresh ss of liquor in his hand, the ice cubes clinking inside.


    With the sound of a whistle echoing in the arena, the horses on the track instantly burst into a gallop.


    Josie had ridden a horse once in front of Dexter and Arnold. However, she had fallen off that time and


    never dared to touch a horse again. That was her only experience.


    She clenched the reins tightly, her other hand brandishing the riding crop, striving to control the horse


    as it galloped forward, doing her utmost to remain calm.


    However, those women had no experience riding horses, so they moved quite slowly. After all, if they


    were to fall and ruin their exquisite faces, it would truly be the end of the world for them.


    Josie was fearless, so she was temporarily in the lead.