Horse Number Two was indeed leading, maintaining its pace well past the halfway point and showing no signs of tiredness. Meanwhile, Andrew's Number Four stayed close behind but remained trailing by a good meter's length.

"There's no point watching any longer—the winner is clear!" Harvey turned to Mark with a smile.

"Mr. Thatcher has led us to victory, truly showing the spirit of a leader!" Bernard exclaimed admiringly.

Mark felt deeply satisfied as his fortunes turned around. He smiled smugly at Andrew and asked, "Well, what do you say now?"

Andrew shifted his gaze from the track and replied calmly, "You're right. The winner is clear."

Mark laughed heartily. "It's great that you know when to admit defeat. There's hope for you yet!"

However, Andrew shook his head and said, "I think there's a misunderstanding, Mr. Thatcher. I meant our victory and Number Two's defeat."

Before Mark could respond, Bernard shouted in disbelief, "How is Number Four moving so fast?"

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