Chapter 65 Gianna Admitted Her Defeat
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“It–it wasn’t me … ” Gianna tried to deny it. The moment she saw the staff hand over the tablet with the footage, she couldn’t argue with the evidence.
On the screen, everyone could clearly see her scattering the nails along the track.
The crowd gasped in shock. People started whispering all around.
“Oh my gosh! Gianna is wicked!”
“If Ms. Amelia wasn’t such a skilled rider, she’d be in the hospital right now!”
“Are the Nygards blind? They actually adopted someone like her?”
Amelia looked at Gianna coldly. “Gianna, it’s time to keep your promise.”
Gianna’s legs gave out. Tears welled in her eyes. “Vincent …” she choked.
But Vincent turned his face away, refusing to look at her.
“Are
you going to admit your defeat or not?” Amelia’s tone was calm but carried an authority that silenced everyone.
Jeremy’s eyes swept across Amelia’s bleeding palm. His gaze abruptly turned cold. “Ms. Amelia, need help?”
Gianna trembled under everyone’s disgusted stares. Finally, she stepped forward and picked up. the whiteboard.
She had no choice. She forced herself to hold up the whiteboard.
Her lips were trembling with rage and humiliation.
Amelia stood tall, her voice sharp as ice. “Gianna, remember this lesson. Next time you pick a fight, I won’t be so nice.”
Gianna gritted her teeth. Nice? This is her being nice?
“Hey, Amelia,” Demi leaned forward with a grin. “She hasn’t said sorry yet.”
Gianna’s face burned. In the end, she whispered reluctantly, “I’m sorry.”
Amelia gave her a cold glance and turned to leave,
As she held the reins, a sting shot through her palm. Amelia frowned slightly, but she didn’t
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Jeremy’s gaze darkened again. He strode forward and blocked her path. “Your hand’s hurt. It needs to be treated.”
“It’s fine.” Amelia gave him a cold glance.
“If you don’t clean it, it’ll get infected. You’re a doctor; don’t you know that? I’ll ask someone to bring us the medical kit.” Jeremy’s tone left no room for argument. He reached out and gently but firmly grabbed her wrist.
Amelia instinctively tried to pull away. She paused when she met his deep eyes.
Just then, Vincent rushed over.
“Amelia, I’ll take you to the hospital!” he said eagerly, desperate to make himself useful.
Jeremy shot him a cold look. “Mr. Dester, maybe take care of your lady first.”
“What? That’s outrageous! How could she do that?” Maxwell snapped.
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When Gianna saw Vincent refusing to defend her, hatred burned hot in her eyes. She stared at Amelia’s back, her nails digging deep into her palms.
Amelia, just you wait.
Meanwhile, Jeremy took Amelia to get her wounds cleaned and bandaged. Luckily, they were only surface cuts. Nothing serious.
By the time they finished, it was almost dinner. They headed back into the city.
Demi, quick–witted as always, decided not to play third wheel. She made an excuse and slipped
away.
Anderson, on the other hand, didn’t notice at all. Smiling, he asked, “Amelia, what do you feel like eating?”
Amelia hesitated. “Anything’s fine.”
Jeremy shot Anderson a look. “Don’t you have work to finish?”
Anderson blinked, puzzled. “Huh? What work?”
Before he could finish, Jeremy silenced him with a cold, sharp stare.
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Anderson quickly caught on, forcing a laugh. “Oh–right, right! You’re right, I almost forgot. I have a very important date! Amelia, I’ll treat you next time, okay?”
He gave her a quick wink, then bolted out of there.
Jeremy really did forget all about his friends when it came to a woman.
Still, it was rare to see him fall for a woman. Anderson figured he had to support his buddy.
Otherwise, people might keep thinking he and Jeremy were secretly involved. His reputation couldn’t suffer that blow.
The Heiress They Couldn’t Break
Ruby is a master of holiday romance and slow-burn love stories that warm the heart like a crackling fire. Her novels weave festive magic with lingering glances and tender moments, drawing readers into cozy worlds where love unfolds one snowflake at a time. Off the page, she’s baking cookies and dreaming under twinkling lights.

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