The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 58

"You're really shameless, aren't you? You can't even ride a horse, yet you're still hanging around here. ! bet you already took enough photos, so scram," Alexis snapped, her irritation reaching its peak-though most of it was clearly an act meant for Marissa.

"You'd better leave now. We've all been practicing riding since we were kids. Once we pick up speed, it'd be bad if you got hurt," Marissa chimed in, maintaining her usual gentle and considerate demeanor.

Paisley nonchalantly glanced at Alexis before turning her gaze to Marissa. Then, Paisley waved her hand and called Maria over. She carefully handed Serena down from the horse and into Maria's arms. Seeing that, Marissa felt a sense of relief and pondered, 'Looks like Paisley's finally giving up and deciding to leave. That's the smart move-staying would only embarrass her further.

In truth, from the very beginning, Marissa's polite suggestions for Paisley to leave were meant to test Dominick's reaction. Yet, from start to finish, he remained indifferent. Grayson, too, hadn't said a single word in Paisley's defense.

Their lack of response gave Marissa the confidence to repeatedly push Paisley out while still maintaining her genteel façade.

Alexis let out a mocking laugh. "You should've left ages ago." Meanwhile, the others around them began mounting their horses, ready for a proper race.

Whoever's the better rider gets to stay, right? Fine then, let's have

Marissa raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Are you serious? You want to compete

coach was none other than Yohan. And Paisley? She was infamous for barely being able to trot a horse at

Just leave already," Alexis said with an exaggerated

Dominick, Alexis' family background didn't amount to much. Yet, in the eyes of ordinary people, she was a bona fide heiress of a powerful family.

wasn't just Alexis. Everyone present acted the same way. They were either pampered second- generation elites accustomed to being flattered or professionals from high-powered families thriving in prestigious fields. In this circle, they believed they had every right and the standing to dismiss

with you," Marissa sighed and shook her head like Paisley had said something utterly ridiculous. Yet, she still managed to appear benevolent, as if

patience, raising her riding crop high, ready to bring it down on Paisley's little brown horse. Her actions screamed, "If you won't leave, I'll

and caught the riding crop

"You trespassed into someone else's private event area, and that's what you call