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.

over the onlookers. Stunned whispers

“Wait… what?”

this horse was impossible to

professional trainer just

before their very eyes, Corrine had mounted it as though

nothing more than

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who had been watching from a distance, looked as if someone

wild Akhal-Teke—the horse that had bested even the

What just happened?

she really succeeded where the professionals had

took just

let a faint smile touch his

eyes gleamed with something

was

other hand, narrowed her eyes. A flicker of something unreadable crossed

How had this happened?