The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 692:

But Aimee’s mount, already drained from the relentless effort, began to slow, its stamina faltering.

Despite Aimee’s continued urging, the horse’s speed dwindled, its energy sapped from the exertion.

In the end, Corrine’s horse surged across the finish line a clear length ahead.

With grace, Corrine dismounted, handing the reins over to the staff member with a calm, controlled remark.

“The horse is trained now.”

The trainer, who had pushed through his injury to arrive at the racetrack, had planned on giving the horse a proper lesson today.

But the staff had informed him that someone was already racing it.

What he hadn’t anticipated was that Corrine had already tamed it.

Staring at her in stunned disbelief, the trainer, his arm in a cast, muttered under his breath,

“That’s incredible.”

eyebrow, her

“Thanks for the praise.”

walked away, her gaze lingered briefly on the fallen saddle, a flicker of coldness passing through her

head to toe as if searching for any sign of harm. His concern was

new

are you? Are you

quiet composure, her voice

area. Find out who had approached the stables or the equipment room before

turned stormy at

and with a

to me. I’ve got this. Don’t

such a crucial moment exposed a mind steeped in

shown mercy

had arrived as soon as Corrine had

said nothing but kept his gaze fixed

the subtle strain in her right ankle, and a flicker of