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

crop and lashed

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

lagged

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,

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He had been watching her closely and hadn't seen her use her whip

lead, he dropped the theatrics and whipped his horse again, desperate

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

Damn it!

couldn't he

completely unhurried, as if she

the weaker competitors fading into the

with 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, kicking up dust, shrinking the distance between her and Alex at

horse's back, synchronizing her rhythm with its

behind her did the same, whipping his horse and adjusting his posture. Fueled by the pain of the whip, his horse also picked up

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

him off.

forward once more, and within seconds, she surged past

His grip tightened around the reins. Then, he pressed a hidden button on his ring.

coat, a glaring

mane.

agonized horse, startled by the sudden pain, lunged forward toward the finish

ordinary steed. No matter how much Alex whipped

refused to maintain the pace. Instead of accelerating, it started to