“Anyone who bets on her victory is bound to drop cash.


    It’s a safer bet she’ll lose.


    ”


    “I just checked the odds for her to win, and they’re tempting.


    ”


    “Doesn’t that mean it’s because no one’s betting on her victory, which is why the winning odds are sky-high?”N?velDrama.Org holds this content.


    “Exactly.


    Since the race’s inception, no novice has ever cleared all the hurdles to win.


    Betting on her is like throwing money away.


    ”


    Shelia tugged at Jacob’s arm, whispering confidently, “Mr.


    Perry, Lindsey’s bound to lose this one.


    Trust my judgment and go big on her defeat.


    ”


    Jacob looked at her, querying, “You certain?”


    Shelia assured him with a nod, “Absolutely.


    Without a doubt, she’s going to end up losing.


    ”


    Jacob shed a grin and beckoned to the attendant handling the bets.


    Pulling out a card from his jacket, he said, “This card’s got two million on it.


    It’s all going on Lindsey losing.


    ”


    The staff epted the card with a nod.


    “Certainly, sir.


    Your bet will be ced.


    ”


    The onlookers started murmuring when they heard about Jacob’s hefty bet against Lindsey.


    The club’s


    regrs, some recognizing Jacob, started chiming in.


    “Mr.


    Perry, always the big spender.


    ”


    “Betting that much against Lindsey, did you get a tip or something?”


    Jacob looked over the crowd and replied, “Well, Lindsey’s sister, my girlfriend, reckons she hasn’t got a chance.


    Is that what you’d call a tip?”


    It seemed clear as day.


    Not even her own sister had faith in Lindsey’s chances.


    Perhaps she was there to throw the race on purpose, helping her family cash in.


    “I’ll put my money on Lindsey losing too.


    Stick with Mr.


    Perry and you can’t go wrong.


    ”


    With that, bets flew in, skewing Lindsey’s odds to a staggering 1:200.


    They acted as if the race’s oue was a fixed oue.


    Jacob basked in the adoration, looking over at Domenic with a taunting smirk.


    “Everyone’s betting against Lindsey.


    How about you?


    Could be easy money.


    If you’re short, I can spot you a hundred bucks.


    How’s that? Hahaha.


    Domenic, brushing off Jacob’s taunts, signaled to the betting attendant.


    “You looking to bet, sir?” the attendant asked.


    Domenic nodded slightly and dered, “I’ll bet ten thousand dors on Lindsey winning