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The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 687
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Chapter 687: The horse snorted, shifting uneasily, its hooves pawing at the dirt.

A slow, knowing smile curved her lips.

Horses were perceptive. This one could sense the gshe was playing. It huffed a breath against her cheek, frustrated but intrigued.

"You want it?" she teased again, lifting the apple just beyond its reach.

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Another deep snort. More stomping.

Corrine couldn't help but chuckle.

She let the anticipation stretch for a moment longer before finally offering the apple.

The horse hesitated, and then, at last, accepted the fruit, crunching into it with visible satisfaction.

That was her moment. With fluid ease, Corrine tightened her grip on the reins, slid her left foot into the stirrup, and swung herself onto the horse's back in one smooth motion.

A hush fell over the onlookers. Stunned whispers rippled through the crowd.

"Wait... what?" Hadn't Paul said this horse was impossible to tame? Hadn't it thrown off a professional trainer just the day before? And yet, before their very eyes, Corrine had mounted it as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

All with nothing more than an apple.

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The proud, wild Akhal-Teke-the horse that had bested even the most seasoned riders-stood beneath Corrine without protest.

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What just happened? Had she really succeeded where the professionals had failed? It took just one apple? Jules, standing apart from the crowd, let a faint smile touch his lips.

His eyes gleamed with something close to pride and admiration.

His cousin was simply extraordinary.

Leah, on the other hand, narrowed her eyes. A flicker of something unreadable crossed her face.

How had this happened? That horse was supposed to be untamable. How had Corrine mounted it so effortlessly?

As she brooded, Aimee rode up on her own horse, approaching Corrine. She had seen Jules use similar tricks before.

It wasn't hard to guess that he had taught Corrine these techniques. To her, it wasn't all that surprising. "Miss Holland,” she called out, straightening in her saddle, her eyes glinting with challenge.

"Three laps around the racetrack. First one past the haystack wins. What do you think?"

Corrine reached out, her fingers grazing the horse's silkman@ as she gave a small, absentminded nod.