Rebirth vs. Rebirth: Tragedy to Triumph

Rebirth: Tragedy to Triumph Chapter 122 The Unexpected Arrival Having her record broken filled Nyla with rage.

Finished 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.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

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 aftacks 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."

Chapter 122 The Unexpected Arrival Nyla snarled, "This isn't over. Your inn is finished!"

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.

How tedious. Nyla really couldn't handle losing.

Just then, one of the inn's staff hurried over to Sawyer. "Mr. Qualls, the trade association is here!"

Hiding behind a table, Nyla's face lit up with glee.

She stood and pointed at Sawyer, Violeta, and the others. "You're all finished! It must be my uncle! Sawyer, I told you, your inn is done for, and your kids won't have a future!"

Nyla's vindictiveness was extreme, Anyone who crossed her faced retribution.

Sawyer's heart tightened. Even though Nyla was in the wrong, she could twist the truth, and the trade association might target the inn.

"The trade association?"

Violeta turned to Niall, who nodded in confirmation.

Violeta instantly understood that the trade association people were likely called by Niall.

Nyla quickly tidied her hair and ran out.

Sawyer was worried. "This isn't good. Nyla is a master of twisting the truth. She's going to make a complaint first."

Niall calmly said, "No problem. Let's go out and see what she's capable of."

Nyla dashed out ahead to complain, but when she reached the front hall, her smile froze on her face.

There, sitting on the sofa, was the young man she had whipped earlier, getting his wound treated.

The trade association representative, dressed in a work uniform, wasm sitting next to him), fawning and smiling, trying to engage him in conversation.

The young man, however, ignored him completely.

"Dad

Nyla was shocked to see that the trade association representative wasn't her uncle as she had expected, but her father!

23:55 Sat, 15 Jun M Chapter 122 The Unexpected Arrival Dylan turned at the sound of Nyla's voice, his expression darkening immediately.

"Nyla, is this your doing?"

Nyla was most afraid of her father, Dylan.

Why was he here in person?

Why wasn't Uncle?

Her hands clenched under her sleeves, and she didn't dare speak.