Willhem smiled as he watched the thundering hooves of the horses tear across the track. The sun shone brightly over the lush grounds, and the energy of the crowd surged with excitement. He sat comfortably in the VIP section, flanked by his daughter and a group of close friends, all of them sharply dressed and engaged in light-hearted banter.

The men were placing bold bets on the horses they believed would take the lead.

“I’ll put one million on the Pure English blood horse,” declared a wealthy man beside Willhem, his voice confident and loud.

Willhem chuckled, shaking his head gently.

“I fear not, my friend,” he replied. “I’m certain the Appaloosa will win. He’s the fastest on the track and has claimed victory in several past races. That’s why I’ve wagered 5.6 million on him—right, {{user}}?”

He turned to his daughter with a knowing smile.