Chapter 69

Lauren clapped her hands excitedly. “Dr. Lloyd, you’re amazing! Number Seven actually won!”

Her joyful laughter darkened the faces of Harvey, Bernard, and their group. Mark, however, remained composed and smiled.

“Don’t be discouraged, everyone. Such is the thrill of horse racing—you never know who the dark horse will be until the very end!”

The mayor’s words elicited immediate agreement from the crowd. “Well said, Mr. Thatcher!” “Absolutely, Mr. Thatcher! Anyone could be the dark horse!” “Your insights are truly remarkable!” “Let’s get ready for the next round. The game isn’t over yet! Stick with Mr. Thatcher, and we’ll be in the winner’s circle!”

For the next race, Mark confidently selected Number Five. Lauren turned to Andrew and asked, “Dr. Lloyd, which horse should we choose?”

“Let’s go with Number One,” Andrew replied casually.

Bernard couldn’t resist a sarcastic comment. “Andrew, are you deliberately going against Mr. Thatcher’s picks? Can’t you see how many people trust his judgment?”

Mark raised his hand, interrupting Bernard. “Bernard, everyone is entitled to their own opinion.” He then turned to Andrew with an amused smile. “Young man, you seem experienced. Let’s see if your luck holds up this time.”

Andrew smiled calmly. “Mr. Thatcher, if you’re still betting on Number Five, I’d suggest changing your pick—that horse won’t win.”

The crowd erupted in anger. “How dare you question Mr. Thatcher’s judgment!” “Who do you think you are?” “You’ll regret your arrogance!”

Mark maintained his composure, simply laughing it off. “I appreciate young people with different perspectives, but I’m confident about this race.”

As the gates opened and the horses charged forward, Mark’s pick, Number Five, started strong. However, midway through the race, it stumbled, throwing its rider and falling out of contention.

Meanwhile, Andrew’s choice, Number One, powered through like a bulldozer. Initially in third place, it surged forward near the finish line, overtaking the lead with ease to claim victory. “Dr. Lloyd, you’re incredible! We won again!” Lauren cheered.

Andrew smiled at her genuine excitement. Harvey, Dexter, and Bernard stood silent, their faces grim. Mark stared in disbelief as Number Five was carried off the track with a broken leg, and he sighed heavily.

“Such is life. One moment you’re on top, the next you’re struggling through hardship,” Mark commented.

Bernard couldn’t accept defeat. “Mr. Thatcher, let’s try one more race. Everyone knows you’re the best at horse racing in Jayrodale.”

“That’s right,” Harvey and his group chimed in. “A couple of races doesn’t mean anything. Please lead us to victory again, Mr. Thatcher!”

Encouraged by their support, Mark laughed heartily. “Very well, I’ll join you for one more race. Victory comes to those who persevere!”

“Such inspiring words!” “With this spirit, victory is certain!” “Nothing could stop Mr. Thatcher this time!”

The crowd cheered and applauded enthusiastically, seemingly trying to erase the memory of their two consecutive losses with sheer volume.