The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 687:

The horse snorted, shifting uneasily, its hooves pawing at the dirt.

A slow, knowing smile curved her lips.

Horses were perceptive. This one could sense the game she was playing. It huffed a breath against her cheek, frustrated but intrigued.

“You want it?” she teased again, lifting the apple just beyond its reach.

Another deep snort. More stomping.

Corrine couldn’t help but chuckle.

She let the anticipation stretch for a moment longer before finally offering the apple.

The horse hesitated, and then, at last, accepted the fruit, crunching into it with visible satisfaction.

That was her moment. With fluid ease, Corrine tightened her grip on the reins, slid her left foot into the stirrup, and swung herself onto the horse’s back in one smooth motion.

fell over the onlookers. Stunned whispers rippled

“Wait… what?”

Paul said this horse was impossible

off a professional trainer just the

it as though it were

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watching from a distance, looked as if someone had struck him

bested even the most

What just happened?

she really succeeded where the professionals

took just

the crowd, let a faint

gleamed with something close

was

eyes. A flicker of something unreadable

How had this happened?