Tristan struggled to his feet, his face twisted with disbelief.
"That's impossible... My Gale was in the inspection area. You switched the horses. This was Rosalind's setup from the start!"
"Switched them?" Theodore let out a cold laugh. He lifted a hand, and one of his men immediately passed him a tablet.
The surveillance footage that appeared on the screen cut Tristan's shouting short.
At three in the morning, Camille could be seen sneaking into the pre-competition inspection area. She led Gale away and replaced him with an ordinary horse of similar coloring, even painting a fake scar across its neck.
The real Gale had been locked inside a storage room beside the stable the entire time. Yesterday, after I dragged the terrified horse back into the stable, Camille had immediately call
