The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 691:

As the final stretch loomed ahead, Corrine began her preparations for the last surge, a quiet readiness sweeping over her.

Aimee, her jaw clenched, urged her horse forward, pushing it faster.

Failure was not an option.

She would not relent.

With these thoughts fueling her, a fierce fire blazed in her eyes.

In the stands, Leah grew impatient. The “accident” she had expected still hadn’t happened. She exchanged a look with her assistant.

She said nothing, but her icy, venomous stare said more than enough.

The assistant, drenched in cold sweat, hesitated before stammering,

“I followed your orders to the letter, but… but…”

unable to figure out

Corrine, perhaps, figured out the plan

on it, a gasp

and her assistant turned, their attention snapping to the

snapped, sending her tumbling from

by the fall, reared up as though trying to rid itself of its rider

froze, their faces drained of color, their breaths held in

worlds

row, had just raised his gun, ready to take action, when it was ripped from his

found Nate standing beside

poised on

a chilling coldness to Nate, his eyes betraying

assistant aside and stepped forward,

Corrine would fall to the ground and vanish from this world for

she had fallen from her horse, wasn’t finished

one hand gripping the reins, she braced herself with

she defied all expectations and pulled herself