The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 681:

But being the center of attention always came with consequences. And if Corrine wanted to play with fire, she had better be ready for the burn. Everyone knew the horse was wild, untamable. Was Corrine just asking for trouble?

Leah’s smirk deepened, but then something flickered in her expression. A new thought. Her eyes gleamed coldly, like a predator spotting an opportunity.

Her lips curled into a venomous smile.

“Need me to hold it for you?” Jules offered, his voice light.

The murmurs in the crowd swelled. Jules? Offering to hold the reins?

The implication was not lost on them.

Had he truly grown this indulgent with this woman?

From the sidelines, Aimee’s heart twisted with resentment. Her fingers clenched at the fabric of her riding gloves as she muttered under her breath, “Seductress.”

gaze locking onto Corrine with cool amusement. The horse pawed at the ground, nostrils flaring, restless and

brushing her fingers along its mane in a slow, calming stroke before reaching for

will manage on my

nothing less. His

“Just be careful.”

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touch gentle but firm as she let it grow accustomed to her

crowd sliced through the

“Can you even ride?”

as the speaker continued,

million. It

striking red riding outfit, paired with a crisp white shirt and polished black

exuded elegance—an image of fragile grace. But the pride in her stance told another story. Corrine held her gaze, unfazed. Aimee’s hostility was as blatant as the challenge in

her attention to

need to concern yourself