NovelBookChapter 690: In that instant, however, he was reminded of the side of Nate that was ruthless and unyielding.
He quickly averted his gaze and turned instead to Moses, who stood nearby.
The two exchanged a fleeting glance, their eyes momentarily meeting with unspoken understanding.
They had long believed that Corrine's boldness cfrom the backing of the Ford family or perhaps from Nate's support.
But now, it seemed clear that Corrine relied not on others, but on her own strength.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Who are you betting on to win?" Moses gestured to Zack, signaling him to place a wager.
Zack shot him a sideways glance.
"Haven't you already placed your bet on Miss Holland?" The odds were set at one to a hundred, meaning that if Corrine emerged victorious, Moses would stand to win a hundred million.
To Moses and his companions, this amount was a mere trifle, a drop in the ocean. But for others, it could represent a significant loss.
At that moment, Nate spoke with a quiet, unwavering certainty.
"She will win." His words, simple yet absolute, carried with them a sense of invincible confidence.
Moses remained silent, pulling out a cigarette, lighting it, and watching the two figures on the racetrack with a gleam of anticipation in his eyes.
More Chapters on glnov As the race entered its third and final lap, the tension on the track thickened.
Corrine began to gradually apply pressure, inching past Aimee, but instead of leaving her competitor behind, she kept her pace steady, maintaining a lead of just one horse length.
This strategy allowed her to closely monitor her opponent's every move.
An untamed horse, with its raw pride and wild spirit, could only be controlled through such subtle pressure.
But Corrine's actions irked Aimee, sparking a fire within her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTo Aimee, it felt like a challenge-a direct affront.
Tightening her grip on the reins, Aimee pressed her legs against the horse's sides, urging it forward, determined to shake Corrine off once and for all.
But no matter what she did, Corrine clung to her, staying glued to her side with uncanny persistence.
Aimee's teeth ground together as she glared at Corrine, fury flashing in her eyes.
Corrine was doing this on purpose.
It was so obvious. She could have at easily pulled ahead at any moment, yet she chose to maintain her lead with deliberate precision. What was she trying to prove? Was this a subtle form of humiliation? Was Corrine toying with her?
Corrine kept her composure, her poise unshaken, as though she had everything tightly wound in her hands.
Aimee, on the other hand, was a stark contrast-her face tense, her earlier pride evaporated into thin air. Her grip on the reins was so firm that her knuckles turned ghostly from the strain.
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