The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 66

Her hand hovered near the white horse's right flank, deliberately avoiding the crucial spot.

She continued, "As I mentioned before, injecting into a horse's vein at the flank isn't the best option. Second, before giving any injection, the horse needs to be calmed. If you inject while its muscles are tense, it'll hurt-a lot."

As Paisley spoke, she raised her hand and lightly tapped the spot she had been avoiding. "Like this." The white horse then reacted instantly, letting out an uneasy whinny.

Her pat had been light this time, so the horse's discomfort wasn't as intense. Even so, it was enough to startle the onlookers.

After all, they'd seen with their own eyes how wild this horse had been earlier, throwing Marissa off with all its might. Spoiled and pampered their entire lives, they were still shaken by the memory.

"Oh, look at that the proof is right here," Paisley smiled faintly as she parted the dense hair on the horse's flank. Two small puncture wounds came into view.

The wounds were about one millimeter in diameter, with only a faint trace of blood seeping at the edges. The dense coat had hidden the wounds so well that they were nearly invisible to the naked eye.

At that moment, the horse's caretaker also noticed the wounds and said, "Wait a second. Why are there two wounds on the horse's flank? Those weren't there before."

was no way this could have happened under normal circumstances. Even a needle used for a vein injection wouldn't leave

pondered, 'Yeah... How could there be two wounds on the horse's flank out of

Marissa and asked, "Well,

victim here..." Marissa murmured as she

rear, she had a sinking feeling in her gut. At the time, Marissa had been very discreet, and since everyone was focused

they could have caught it clearly. She always seemed to have a way to

long as everyone was on her

would come from Paisley herself. She couldn't help but

admit it so easily, but she didn't seem in a hurry. "Oh, really? Then, can

instinctively glanced at herself. The brooch

then pointed to the ground nearby. The brooch was lying right by Alexis'

of metal, heavy and large, with

Marissa's brooch. Sure enough, there was blood on it. She murmured,