Lauren clapped her hands excitedly. "Dr. Lloyd, you're amazing! Number Seven actually won!"

Her joyful laughter caused Harvey, Bernard, and their group's faces to darken. However, Mark maintained his composure and smiled.

"Don't be discouraged, everyone. Such is the thrill of horse racing—you never know who the dark horse will be until the very end!"

The mayor's words prompted immediate agreement from the crowd.

"Well said, Mr. Thatcher!"

"Absolutely, Mr. Thatcher! Anyone could be the dark horse!"

"Your insights are truly remarkable!"

"Let's get ready for the next round. The game isn't over yet! Stick with Mr. Thatcher, and we'll be in the winner's circle!"

For the next race, Mark confidently selected Number Five.

Lauren turned to Andrew and asked, "Dr. Lloyd, which horse should we choose?"

"Let's go with Number One," Andrew replied casually.

Bernard could not resist a sarcastic comment. "Andrew, are you deliberately going against Mr. Thatcher's picks? Can't you