The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 60

At first, the onlookers were surprised that Dominick had stepped forward, taken hold of the foolish woman's reins, and even agreed to let her stay. But as they listened, it became clear that he simply thought she was being overly confident.

From the woman's words, it seemed she knew Dominick. But to the crowd, it didn't matter. Many people claimed to know Dominick, yet what truly mattered was whether he acknowledged her in return.

Marissa, worried that Paisley and Dominick's conversation might reveal too much about their connection, quickly rode closer. "Dom, don't worry," Marissa said gently. "I know what I'm doing. I won't let this lady get hurt. If she wants to compete, I'll grant her wish."

With Marissa's assurance of safety and Paisley's determined expression, Dominick finally relented. He thought, 'Fine, Paisley. If you want to compete, then compete. Maybe losing will teach you a lesson about your limits.' He stepped back, his face still cold, and glanced at Marissa. "Be careful."

Marissa gave him a sweet smile. "Dom, you don't need to worry about me." Then, she turned to Paisley, raising an eyebrow with a smug look in her eyes that only Paisley could understand. "Let's start here. One lap around the field. Whoever's faster wins. Sound good?"

Marissa's gaze

point, ready to begin. Nearby, Serena, cradled in Maria's arms, watched her mother intently. Using all

sound of her daughter's cheers warmed Paisley's heart. Seeing this, Marissa turned expectantly

noticed Paisley didn't even spare him a look, irritation flared, and he shouted, "Go, Marissa! Marissa, you're the best. I love you, Marissa. I love you so much. I love you more than anything

of her eye, smug satisfaction evident in her expression. She thought mockingly, 'How does that feel, Paisley? It hurts, doesn't it? The child you gave

be outdone and shouted even louder. And so, amid the fervent shouts of encouragement from the two children, the competition

referee. She shot Paisley

as expected,

a mocking laugh. "Forget Marissa's riding skills for a second-just look at that horse of hers. It's leagues better

selected by Dominick. It was a high-quality steed in every sense, excelling in both speed and temperament. On the other hand, Paisley's horse was smaller in stature and frustratingly sluggish