Chapter 71
Horse Number Two was indeed leading, maintaining its pace well past the halfway point and showing no signs of tiredness. Meanwhile, Andrew’s Number Four stayed close behind but remained trailing by a good meter’s length.
“There’s no point watching any longer–the winner is clear!” Harvey turned to Mark with a smile.
“Mr. Thatcher has led us to victory, truly showing the spirit of a leader!” Bernard exclaimed admiringly.
Mark felt deeply satisfied as his fortunes turned around. He smiled smugly at Andrew and asked, “Well, what do you say now?”
Andrew shifted his gaze from the track and replied calmly, “You’re right. The winner is clear.”
Mark laughed heartily. “It’s great that you know when to admit defeat. There’s hope for you yet!”
However, Andrew shook his head and said, “I think there’s a misunderstanding, Mr. Thatcher I meant our victory and Number Two’s defeat.”
Before Mark could respond, Bernard shouted in disbelief, “How is Number Four moving so fast?”
Mark’s heart sank as he quickly turned back to the track. Just before the finish line, Number Four suddenly surged forward, overtaking the prized thoroughbred and crossed the finish line. first.
Mark’s confident smile froze as he realized he had lost again. The mayor of Jayrodale, known for his horse racing expertise, had suffered three consecutive defeats.
“Number Four… actually won!” Francesca gasped in disbelief. “Andrew, how did you do it?” Lauren burst into delighted laughter, ignoring the dark expressions around her. “Dr. Lloyd, that’s three wins in a row! I calculated the odds beforehand–we just won nearly 1.5 million dollars! You’re incredible!”
“You’re cheating! You must be!” Harvey exploded, unable to contain himself any longer. Yet, nobody responded to his protest. After all, the club’s owner was another powerful figure who would not risk offending Mark over a few races.
Mark chuckled bitterly. “Harvey, sit down. We may have lost, but let’s maintain our grace. That wasn’t cheating.”
Wiping cold sweat from his forehead, Mark turned to Andrew and asked, “You’re just a junior
time?” doctor at Jayrodale General Hospital. Do you happen to study horse racing in your spare
Andrew replied simply, “Not really.”
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Mark’s smile grew wry. “So, a doctor with no background in racing wins three straight races, each time catching us off guard. Is the universe trying to tell me something?”
Bernard shouted angrily, “Mr. Thatcher, this kid just got lucky!”
“Silence!” Mark snapped. “I can judge for myself whether it was luck or skill.”
Bernard felt his face flush with embarrassment and reluctantly stayed quiet.
Mark then turned to Andrew with genuine curiosity. “Dr. Lloyd, I’m still puzzled by these losses. Would you mind explaining your strategy for these three races?”
The sight of Mark humbling himself to ask Andrew for advice left Francesca, Christina, and even Lauren stunned. The crowd watched in shock as this young doctor made the mighty Mark Thatcher lower his pride.
