NovelUpdateChapter 688: "How about I give you a half-lap head start?" Aimee suggested, her voice smooth, almost generous.
"Wouldn't want anyone thinking I'm bullying you." It sounded like an act of kindness, but beneath the surface, it was a calculated move—both a quiet display of her own riding skills and a subtle insult. A win under such conditions would make Corrine's victory meaningless, an empty accomplishment at best.
For the first time, a flicker of emotion passed through Corrine's otherwise impassive face. She lifted her head.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"If this is a competition, then fairness should cfirst. I appreciate your generosity, Miss Thompson, but I'll have to decline." With that, she gave her horse a light squeeze with her legs and guided it into a steady trot toward the starting line.
Aimee squinted as she watched Corrine's retreating figure. A cold scoff escaped her lips.
"Suit yourself. But don't ccrying later—you'll regret it soon enough.” The prize at stake-the rare Akhal-Teke horse, famed for its unmatched speed and endurance-was what Paul cared about most. But at this point, there was no changing the situation. It was out of his hands. Might as well make the most of it.
He jogged forward with enthusiasm, throwing his hand up.
"I'll be the referee. Are you both ready?" Corrine gave a small nod.
This series belongs to gan_velsAimee's gaze swept over her, a glint of disdain flashing in her eyes before she smirked.
"Let's begin." Paul, standing off to the side, gave a brief nod before lifting the whistle to his lips and blowing it sharply.
In an instant, both riders spurred their horses forward. The beasts surged ahead, hooves pounding against the dirt as they shot off like arrows loosed from a bowstring.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMeanwhile, standing a distance away, Leah exchanged a glance with her assistant.
"Everything's in place?" The assistant gave a slight nod.
"Don't worry. No one will suspect a thing. Even if something happens, it'll look like an accident." After all, Corrine's horse was untrained. And in a high-speed race like this, who could guarantee an "accident" wouldn't occur?
Leah grinned as she looked toward the track, watching the riders m disappear into the distance. "Accidents are unpredictable, aren't they?" "Of course, Miss Burgess. You're absolutely right," the assistant replied smoothly.
Leah remained silent, her gaze fixed on the race. The two riders were neck and neck, their silhouettes cutting O through the track like twin Streaks of lightning. But in her mind, she could already see it-Corrine falling, hitting the ground, breaking something, or better yet, losing her life. It would simply be fate punishing her arrogance.
Just then, a group of newcomers arrived at the racetrack their om attention immediately drawn to the striking figure on horseback.
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