The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 689:

“Wait a second—is that Corrine?” Moses exclaimed in surprise.

Nate, who had been casually scrolling through messages on his phone, looked up at the mention of her name. His sharp gaze scanned the track, locking onto the familiar figure with precision. His eyes narrowed slightly, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Corrine knew how to ride? He mused over the thought.

By now, the riders had completed their first lap, Aimee maintaining a slight lead—but only by half a length.

Zack, watching closely, nudged Moses with a knowing look.

“So? Who do you think will win?”

Moses let out a low chuckle, lighting a cigarette as he leaned back lazily.

“Do you even have to ask? Obviously Corrine.”

Aimee might have been known for her equestrian skills, but for Moses, there was only one answer. When it came to Corrine, his faith was unwavering. They weren’t exactly the most noble bunch, but loyalty? That, they had in spades.

out on a spectacle,

closer. No point watching from a distance.” He led the way toward the track, Zack and Nate following at a leisurely pace, neither in a hurry nor

in a few spectators to start a betting pool. Unsurprisingly, almost

to the silent figure standing rigidly with a hunting rifle in hand. Unable to resist, he added with a smirk, “What’s with the tough-guy act? Auditioning for an action

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a statue, as if he hadn’t heard

gaze flicked to him briefly before settling on the rifle. His lips curled into

set his sights on

this, Moses’ eyes sparkled with curiosity, a hint of intrigue brightening his

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identities of Moses and his companions remained a mystery to those nearby, the way Paul treated them with deference made it clear that these three held positions

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with the three

entirely absorbed in observing Corrine as she rode her horse, his

until Zack spoke up, his voice laced with subtle