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.

remained composed, her expression almost indifferent, as if this were just a casual ride rather than a race. The

Alex raised his crop and lashed

But it didn't last. Barely half a lap later, its pace

lead, Alex cast a quick glance over his shoulder, convinced that Brenna and that male competitor had lagged

he lifted 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 glanced back again, only

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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

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

Damn it!

couldn't he shake her

steady, completely unhurried, as if she had barely begun

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

lifted her whip and gave a single, decisive strike. Her horse, responding instantly, surged forward with unrestrained power. Its

herself against her horse's back,

the same, whipping his horse and adjusting his posture. Fueled by the

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

him off.

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

tightened around the reins. Then, he pressed a hidden button

coat, a glaring

mane.

agonized horse, startled by the sudden pain,

ordinary steed. No matter how much Alex whipped

Instead of accelerating, it started to