The gun was shot, the reins pulled, and the horses took off immediately.
The audience cheered as they watched the horses move with immense speed. It was a thrilling watch, especially with the speed involved.
While they cheered, Helen and Marcus stood there and watched, both arms folded.
"Do you think he's going to win this one?" Marcus asked.
"I'd like to say I don't know, but it seems he will win," she smiled.
"Are you sure...?" Marcus asked. "I mean... Evans has a history..."
She smiled. "Don't worry. He knows. We know. And he came prepared."
Marcus simply nodded while watching the ongoing match. "Interesting, then. I'd like to see what he does to counterattack it."
"By the way..." Marcus said. "What about that cat of yours? Haven't seen him around?" He looked around.
Helen scuffed. "What would a cat be doing here?"
"Oh. Fair enough," Marcus nodded.
"But don't worry," Helen smiled. "You'll see him soon."
Marcus nodded, staring at the ongoing horse race, anticipating.
