The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 65

The white horse suddenly went wild, scaring the crowd into scattering in all directions. Alexis, still shaken, barely dodged the horse's flying hooves, which had nearly kicked her. She shouted, "What did you do to the horse?"

The white horse thrashed its limbs and twisted its body, its distressed neighs showing a peculiar sense of grievance.

Paisley shrugged casually. "I didn't do anything. Didn't you see? I just gave it a pat." Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, there was no way she could've done anything sneaky. It really was just a light smack on the horse's rump.

Usually, a horse that was suddenly frightened might have become agitated, perhaps even started kicking. However, these were specially trained horses, and the strength of one woman wasn't enough to provoke such a strong reaction in a thick-skinned animal.

The white horse seemed to settle down as the sharp sting of pain began to fade. Under everyone's wary gaze, Paisley began walking toward it.

"Stop! That's dangerous. Don't go near it." Dominick instinctively got up, ready to stop her from approaching the agitated animal.

Marissa quickly grabbed his arm and leaned into him weakly. "Don't go,

had already stepped forward, now standing right in front of the horse. Dominick's brows furrowed deeply, but when the horse showed no

safest," she explained, her hand sliding down to its chest. "Next would

and semi-membranosus muscles." The crowd looked utterly confused, unsure of why she was rambling on

teacher giving a lesson, saying, "So why is the hindquarters the last resort? It's because this area is close to the horse's powerful hind legs. And for

skittish. That's why when people give

they were attending an impromptu equine science class. Dominick's gaze softened as he quietly watched Paisley speak, an inexplicable ripple stirring in his chest. Even the anger on Grayson's face began to fade as he focused intently on her words. Marissa's face darkened when she saw how Paisley had shifted the atmosphere. A flicker of malice crossed Marissa's face, but she quickly masked it with a pained expression

shook her head, wondering how she had been drawn into Paisley's words so easily. 'What am I doing? I'm on Marissa's side. I need to show where my loyalty lies,' she scolded herself in

off, "What's the point of all this? Does any of this prove you

couldn't help but