The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge (Anna and Justin) novel Chapter 1118

Chapter 1118 

Bethany stuck her tongue out. The way Bethany saw it, Zoe was the one throwing her weight around. 

A brief silence later, she sighed and wound Zoe up. “I think it won’t be easy for you even if you marry Justin. 

“Justin is clearly in love with the bitch. You might just be cheated on.” 

Cheated on? 

Zoe put out the cigarette as her grim-looking future played in her mind. 

“I need to nip the problem in the bud before it comes back to haunt me.” 

“Easy for you to say. Your family’s little antics might work on others, but Bella’s family is more powerful than yours. You have nothing on her. Otherwise, you’d have gotten to her a long time ago.” 

Bethany put out the cigarette in the ashtray. “I heard that Bella is a pretty good equestrian. She won first prize in the local youth 

equestrian competition when she was ten. She was interviewed abroad, but we simply didn’t know about it. The bitch is going to steal the limelight again. Our luck doesn’t seem to be changing soon.” 

Zoe scowled as a wicked plan came to mind. “I think our luck will change today. Since she loves the limelight, she can make headlines by losing her limbs.” 

“What do you have in mind?” Bethany asked. 

“The horse race is not just about the pride of our families, but the business deal too. I want Bella to suffer and KS Group to lose the project. Either way, I can’t let the Reeds pick them!” 

Since Zoe’s family owned a horse stable, she knew a thing or two about horses. Her eyes flickered with ruthlessness. “It’s time for Bella to fall off her high horse, literally.” 

Bethany’s breath hitched as reality sank in. 

Although Bethany hated Zoe, she had to admit that the girl had guts and no heart. 

Half an hour later, the race entered its final stages of preparation. 

Bella led Whistle out of the stable. Its black mane glistened under the sunlight as she tenderly stroked it. 

The young horse seemed off, neighing frustratedly. Its head drooped dejectedly. 

“What’s wrong, Whistle? Are you sick?” Bella asked worriedly. 

The horse trainer who took care of Whistle with the injured jockey sighed. “Whistle is the most emotional horse in the stable, Ms. Bella. It is closest to Malcolm. Whistle feels bad because Malcolm is hurt. It’s low in spirit.” 

“He’s such a good boy, even better than most men.” 

Touched, Bella drew close and murmured in Whistle’s ear. They were too close for Justin’s liking. “Whistle. Oh, Whistle. My sweet boy, 

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Whistle.” 

Whistle neighed as if to respond to her. 

“I know you’re feeling down, and the last thing you want to do is race now, but your best friend worked hard for two months for the race. He will be upset if you don’t compete. You’re a good boy, Whistle. I’m