The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 47

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Chapter 47 Victory

Alex, having gained a considerable lead, reveled in his dominance. With a cocky grin, he lifted his right hand

and made an obscene gesture toward his competitors before waving his riding crop at the roaring crowd Ho voice rang out arrogantly. "You are all pathetic! Completely worthless!"

"Someone needs to shut that guy up! Let's take him down!" One of the male riders, racing alongside Brenna, clenched his jaw in anger. He had endured Alex's cocky behavior long enough.

Brenna exchanged a look with him. She had no intention of wasting energy in the early laps. Her plan was clear -start steady, gradually increase speed through the second and third laps, then unleash her full power in the

final stretch.

For now, maintaining a ten-meter gap between her and Alex was ideal. It was close enough for her to strike when the moment was right but far enough that he wouldn't feel threatened.

This distance was perfect.

Brenna gave the competitor beside her a small, knowing smile but made no move to speed up.

However, the man had already taken Alex's taunts personally. Unable to tolerate the mockery, he cracked his whip, urging his horse to quicken its pace-though not by much-keeping himself still alongside Brenna

Meanwhile, Alex confidently began his second lap.

Convinced that he had left his opponents far behind, he threw a glance over his shoulder-only to find Brenna and a male competitor not far behind him.

That ten-meter gap was dangerous. If they surged forward at the right moment, they could easily close in For the first time, Alex's cocky façade cracked. His eyes flicked back toward Brenna repeatedly.

expression almost indifferent, as if this were just a casual ride rather than a race. The lack of urgency in her gaze was infuriating to

lashed

with renewed energy. But it didn't last. Barely half a lap later, its pace began to

cast a quick glance over his shoulder, convinced that Brenna and that male competitor had lagged at least twenty

his hand once more, flipping Brenna and that man off without even bothering to look. But as he rode a little farther, curiosity got the better of him, and he

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had been watching her closely and hadn't seen her use her whip once. How was she closing in

losing his lead, he dropped the theatrics and whipped his horse again, desperate to widen the gap between him and

pulled ahead of the male competitor beside her, now only eight meters from Alex.

Damn it!

couldn't he shake

unhurried, as if

lap, the field had stretched out, the weaker competitors fading into the background.

decisive strike. Her horse, responding instantly, surged forward with unrestrained power. Its hooves

the motion, flattening herself against her horse's back, synchronizing her rhythm

his posture. Fueled by the pain of the whip, his horse also picked up

in Brenna's ears. Within half a lap, she had reached Alex's side, matching his pace. Then, as if savoring the moment, she turned her head toward

him off.

crack of her whip, Brenna urged her horse forward once more, and within seconds, she surged past Alex, widening the gap by over

he pressed a hidden button on his ring. A half-inch spike slid out. Then, he

the horse's white coat, a glaring red streak staining

mane.

sudden pain, lunged forward toward the

was no ordinary steed. No matter how much Alex whipped

maintain the pace. Instead of accelerating, it started