Hera wasn’t trying to dismiss the offer—it was, after all, a substantial amount of money. However, considering the cost of raising these horses with the highest quality feed, care, medicine, and supplements, the investment easily ran into tens of thousands. If they weremercial breeders who only needed about two years to raise and train their horses at lower costs, the offer would make sense. But for breeders like them, who invested heavily in every detail, the amount barely scratched the surface of what these horses were truly worth.


    Given the time and effort Bry’s family had invested in Diamond, that offer wouldn’t even cover half of the expenses. In fact, by continuing to enter Diamond in equestrian races, they could potentially earn far more from each win. That’s precisely why others were eager to buy Diamond—they saw the same long-term potential in the horse.


    Diamond is still young and hasn’t yet reached its full potential, so there’s a lot of room for improvement. Hera knew that many recognized this potential, which is why they were eager to buy Diamond. However, their offerscked sincerity and seemed aimed at exploiting Bry’s family rather than reflecting the true value of the horse.


    After Hera mentioned the offers Bry’s family had received for their champion horse, the manager was visibly shocked. He stood up abruptly, his disbelief evident. He couldn’t understand why such an exceptional horse had only been offered so little. Having seen the footage of the race, he was impressed by the horse’s performance, though he hadn’t focused much on the rider. Despite this, he was determined to purchase the horse, regardless of the price.


    Despite his frustration, the manager had initially epted the owner’s refusal to sell the horse. However, hearing this new perspective from Hera, he began to reconsider. He trusted Hera’s honesty, recognizing that she had no reason to deceive anyone; after all, she owned the racecourse and was financially secure, so there was no need for her to engage in under-the-table dealings.


    This suggested a problem with his subordinate. Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone and made a call, disregarding the fact that everyone was still at the table. He was determined to uncover the truth.


    Before the first ring had a chance to end, the call was answered. "Hello, sir. How may I assist you?" came the polite voice from the other end.


    "Hi, I wanted to follow up on the champion horse from this year’s national championship and the two runner-up horses. Is there truly no way to convince the owner to sell them? I’ve been thinking about these horses constantly and am very eager to acquire them," the manager’s voice conveyed an urgency and frustration as if he hadn’t been able to rest easily over the matter.


    "Sir, I made every effort I could, offering $5 million for the two runner-up horses and up to $10 million for the champion ck steed, knowing how much you wanted them. Unfortunately, despite my attempts, we weren’t sessful," the voice sounded resigned, reflecting a sense of deep frustration and helplessness.


    "Did you actually speak directly with the owner and they still refused to sell?" the manager asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. He nced between Bry’s father and Hera, feeling a flush of embarrassment. It was bing evident that something unusual was happening.


    "Yes, sir. As soon as the race ended, I went to where the owners and riders were. I even overheard someone making a joke about offering around $70,000 for the champion horse, as if they were entitled to it. I was a bit dyed getting there, and by the time I arrived, the owner had already started to leave. I had to catch up with their retreating group. I spoke with his daughter and presented our offer, but she mocked me, saying I was cheap and should just keep the money. I—I admit I was quite flustered and ended up storming off." The voice on the other end faltered, a hint of embarrassment creeping in as he admitted his unprofessional reaction.