NovelBookChapter 681: But being the center of attention always cwith consequences. And if Corrine wanted to play with fire, she had better be ready for the burn. Everyone knew the horse was wild, untamable. Was Corrine just asking for trouble? Leah's smirk deepened, but then something flickered in her expression. A new thought. Her eyes gleamed coldly, like a predator spotting an opportunity.
Her lips curled into a venomous smile.
"Needto hold it for you?" Jules offered, his voice light.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe murmurs in the crowd swelled. Jules? Offering to hold the reins? The implication was not lost on them.
Had he truly grown this indulgent with this woman? From the sidelines, Aimee's heart twisted with resentment. Her fingers clenched at the fabric of her riding gloves as she muttered under her breath, "Seductress." Leah's smirk widened at the comment, her gaze locking onto Corrine with cool amusement. The horse pawed at the ground, nostrils flaring, restless and untamed as the staff led it forward.
Corrine extended a hand, brushing her fingers along its mane in a slow, calming stroke before reaching for the reins.
"I will manage on my own," she said smoothly.
Jules was not surprised. He had expected nothing less. His brow lifted slightly, a faintly affectionate glint in his eyes.
"Just be careful." True chapters originally from gvlnovt☐☐Corrine nodded, her focus still on the horse, her touch gentle but firm as she let it grow accustomed to her presence.
Then, a voice from the crowd sliced through the tension, laced with scorn.
"Can you even ride?" The crowd stirred as the speaker continued, her tone dripping with mockery.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"That is an Akhal-Teke worth over ten million. It would be ruined if things go south." Corrine turned toward the source of the taunt and met Aimee's sharp gaze. Draped in a striking red riding outfit, paired with a crisp white shirt and polished black boots, Aimee stood out effortlessly. Her curls cascaded down her back, softening the edges of her sharp features.
Delicate-skinned, with lips tinted just enough to enhance her delicate beauty, she exuded elegance-an image of fragile grace. But the pride in her stance told another story. Corrine held her gaze, unfazed. Aimee's hostility was as blatant as the challenge in her stance.
Corrine cast a glance at Jules before returning her attention to Aimee, her voice cool and composed.
"You do not need to concern yourself with me." Aimee's eyes narrowed, her lips curling at the edges.
"Since you are so confident," she mused, stepping forward with m deliberate poise, "I assyou have the skills to back it up?"
The challenge in her tone was unmistakable. She lifted her Ain, her smirk deepening. "How about a race?"
Her movements carried the air of someone used to getting hero m way-reckles's, daring, but undeniably confident. When Jules caught sight of Aimee, his brow furrowed in mild irritation.
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