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.

just a casual ride rather than a race. The lack of urgency in her gaze was infuriating to Alex-it was

his crop and lashed his horse harshly, demanding

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

his shoulder, convinced that Brenna and that male competitor had lagged at least twenty meters behind. With three laps still to

as he rode a little farther, curiosity got the better of him, and he glanced back again, only for his smirk to

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

theatrics and whipped his horse again,

of the male competitor beside her, now only eight meters from Alex. Seeing this, Alex

Damn it!

he shake her

completely unhurried, as if

the field had stretched out, the weaker competitors fading into the background. Alex still held the lead and had

first time in the race, she lifted her whip and gave a single, decisive strike. Her horse, responding instantly, surged forward with unrestrained power. Its hooves thundered against the track,

leaned into the motion, flattening herself against her horse's back, synchronizing her rhythm with its strides, moving

whipping his horse and adjusting his posture. Fueled by the pain of the whip, his horse also

wind roared 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 and smirked, and with one swift motion, she

him off.

crack of her whip, Brenna urged her horse forward once more, and within seconds,

reins. Then, he pressed a hidden button on

coat, a glaring red streak staining

mane.

by the sudden pain, lunged forward toward the

ordinary steed. No matter how much Alex

the pace. Instead of