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.

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

his crop and lashed

by the blow, galloped forward with renewed energy. But it

that male competitor had lagged at least twenty meters behind.

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 glanced back again, only for his smirk to vanish instantly. Brenna was

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seen her use

whipped his horse again, desperate to

beside her, now only eight

Damn it!

couldn't he shake her

steady, completely unhurried, as if she had

had stretched out, the weaker competitors fading into the background. Alex still

icy resolve. For the 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,

against her horse's back, synchronizing

horse and adjusting his posture. Fueled by the pain of

pace. Then, as if

him off.

urged her horse forward once more, and within seconds, she surged past Alex, widening

in rage. His grip tightened around the reins. Then, he pressed a hidden button on his ring. A half-inch spike slid out.

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

mane.

by the sudden pain, lunged forward toward the

horse was no ordinary steed. No matter how

Instead of accelerating, it started