The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 688:

“How about I give you a half-lap head start?” Aimee suggested, her voice smooth, almost generous.

“Wouldn’t want anyone thinking I’m bullying you.”

It sounded like an act of kindness, but beneath the surface, it was a calculated move—both a quiet display of her own riding skills and a subtle insult. A win under such conditions would make Corrine’s victory meaningless, an empty accomplishment at best.

For the first time, a flicker of emotion passed through Corrine’s otherwise impassive face. She lifted her head.

“If this is a competition, then fairness should come first. I appreciate your generosity, Miss Thompson, but I’ll have to decline.”

With that, she gave her horse a light squeeze with her legs and guided it into a steady trot toward the starting line.

Aimee squinted as she watched Corrine’s retreating figure. A cold scoff escaped her lips.

But don’t come crying later—you’ll regret it

at stake—the rare Akhal-Teke horse, famed for its unmatched speed and endurance—was what Paul cared about most. But at this point, there was no changing the situation. It was out of his hands. Might as well make the most

enthusiasm, throwing

referee. Are you both

a small

𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕠

gaze swept over her, a glint of

“Let’s begin.”

side, gave a brief nod before lifting the whistle to

an instant, both riders spurred their horses forward. The beasts surged ahead, hooves pounding against the dirt as they shot off like

standing a distance away, Leah exchanged a

“Everything’s in place?”

assistant gave a slight

worry. No one will suspect a thing. Even if something happens, it’ll look

horse was untrained. And in a high-speed race like this,