Chapter 51

Evelyn wasn't worried about the outcome of the second round. Her focus remained entirely on the third curve.

At the decisive moment, she edged past Nathan by a hair's breadth, crossing the finish line first.

Their silent competition concluded with Evelyn's triumph.

The spectators had been holding their breath. As the race ended, cheers erupted for Evelyn's victory.

This was the thrill of horse racing - the final outcome always remained uncertain until the last possible second.

After completing a cooling-down lap, Evelyn reined in her mount before Nathan and dismounted gracefully.

Her vibrant smile lit up her face as she removed her helmet, releasing a cascade of raven-black hair over her shoulders.

Her breathtaking beauty commanded attention. Slightly breathless from exertion, she declared, "Mr. Sterling, you lost."

Evelyn had once claimed victory in the prestigious Queen's Cup, earning royal commendation.

Horseback riding had been her passion since childhood. Dominic had spared no expense, acquiring priceless steeds and hiring countless trainers for her.

At fifteen, her prized companion had been an Akhal-Teke worth millions - a breed renowned for its speed and endurance.

This sport demanded years of dedicated practice. There was no way she could lose to Nathan, whose training had been merely casual under ordinary instructors.

Previously, she'd suppressed her competitive spirit to maintain a demure facade, hoping to gain Nathan's affection.

How laughable that seemed now.

Nathan's breathing remained uneven. He studied Evelyn with an inscrutable expression before looking away.

"When did you learn to ride like that?"

Her initial appearance had surprised him, but her skill level astonished him even more.

Evelyn radiated untamed confidence - a rose with dangerous thorns. Every movement exuded lethal charm.

He had to admit - he might be developing feelings for her.

"Mr. Sterling, we're discussing Kingsley Industries joining this project," Evelyn reminded him coldly, maintaining professional distance.

Nathan swallowed his questions. "Bring the contract to my office tomorrow."

Evelyn lifted her chin proudly, her elegant eyes flashing with derision.

"Mr. Sterling, you amuse me. Why should others accommodate your schedule?"

"Understand this clearly - Kingsley Industries participates as an equal partner."

"No party is disadvantaged here. We're not Sterling Enterprises' subordinate."

She needed to constantly remind Nathan she was no longer his obedient secretary.

Handing the reins to a waiting groom, she turned away coolly.

"My assistant will handle the details. We'll talk when my presence is required."

Nathan's gaze followed her retreating figure until Victor appeared beside him.

"Be honest, did you go easy on her?" Victor's eyes twinkled with amusement. This collaboration was ideal for his nanorobot project.

A win-win situation for all parties - surely Nathan recognized that.

Nathan averted his gaze. "No. She's genuinely skilled."

Reluctant as he was to admit it, Evelyn had bested him fairly.

"Seems you'll be holding a grudge," Victor teased.

"No. She spoke truthfully. Business is business. No reason to reject profitable opportunities."

Nathan concealed his faint disappointment. "Let's proceed immediately." With that, he departed the course.

Changing from her riding gear, Evelyn exited the locker room just as Gregory and Nathan appeared.

Nathan listened impassively while Gregory chattered animatedly, arm slung over his shoulders.

"Seriously, how'd you lose to her? You're legendary in Pamore's riding circles! You threw the match, right?"

"No."

Nathan's impatience showed. He wanted nothing more than to leave immediately.

"Then she's full of surprises. First she initiates divorce out of nowhere."

"Now she's back in Pamore, constantly appearing before you. I wonder if her patron Dominic thinks you've rekindled something."

Nathan's icy glare could have frozen lava. "Curious? Ask her yourself."