The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 59

"What's wrong? Chickening out?" Paisley asked casually as she sat confidently atop her horse, gazing down at Marissa with a commanding presence.

Marissa bristled at Paisley's condescending attitude but kept her composure. To her, Paisley was still the same woman she had always dismissed a homemaker who spent her life revolving around her husband and child. Deep down, she had always looked down on Paisley.

Hearing Paisley's provocative words now, Marissa was convinced she was just putting on a show, trying to grab Dominick's attention. Smiling faintly, Marissa replied, "You may not know this, but I'm

professionally trained."

"Her coach is Mr. Larsen, the renowned equestrian athlete," Alexis chimed in, finally standing up from the ground. She glared at Paisley indignantly. "But talking to you is probably a waste of time-you don't even know who Yohan Larsen is, do you?"

an eyebrow and replied, "Oh, I know him. He's one of the people I've

spinning around to address the group behind her. "Did you hear that? She said Yohan is someone she's beaten." The crowd erupted into mocking laughter as if Paisley had just told the

expression darkened further, his grip tightening on the pony's reins. All the respect he had started to develop for her vanished in an

to make baseless claims, but he couldn't recall ever seeing her ride a horse-after all, she had never ridden one in

with an instructor walking beside them. He figured she must have only just started learning. Dominick's brows furrowed deeply at the thought. Then, he wondered, 'Paisley, have you lost your mind,

mattered to her was protecting her daughter's dignity and confidence. She didn't want Serena to think her mother was weak or easily pushed around. Paisley needed to instill self-assurance and trust in

take on this challenge unless she was absolutely sure of her own ability. Lifting her chin, Paisley glanced at the horse Marissa had chosen and said, "Stop wasting time, Ms. Prescott. You've picked your horse, so get on. Let's settle this. Loser leaves."

lips together, pretending to hesitate. Inside, she was practically giddy, thinking, 'Paisley, since you're asking for this,

since you insist, I'll oblige." Marissa swung onto her horse with practiced ease,

smiled faintly as she adjusted her reins, "How do you