The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 689

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Chapter 689: "Wait a second-is that Corrine?" Moses exclaimed in surprise.

Nate, who had been casually scrolling through messages on his phone, looked up at the mention of her name. His sharp gaze scanned the track, locking onto the familiar figure with precision. His eyes narrowed slightly, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Corrine knew how to ride? He mused over the thought.

By now, the riders had completed their first lap, Aimee maintaining a slight lead-but only by half a length. Zack, watching closely, nudged Moses with a knowing look.

"So? Who do you think will win?" Moses let out a low chuckle, lighting a cigarette as he leaned back lazily.

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"Do you even have to ask? Obviously Corrine." Aimee might have been known for her equestrian skills, but for Moses, there was only one answer. When it cto Corrine, his faith was unwavering. They weren't exactly the most noble bunch, but loyalty? That, they had in spades.

Never one to miss out on a spectacle, Moses clapped his hands together.

"Let's get closer. No point watching from a distance." He led the way toward the track, Zack and Nate following at a leisurely pace, neither in a hurry nor lagging behind.

By the tthey arrived, Moses had already roped in a few spectators to start a betting pool. Unsurprisingly, almost everyone had put their money on Aimee.

"Jules, why don't you join us?" Moses called out to the silent figure standing rigidly with a hunting rifle in hand. Unable to resist, he added with a smirk, "What's with the tough-guy act? Auditioning for an action movie?" Jules ignored the jab, standing as still as a statue, as if he hadn't heard a word.

Paul's gaze flicked to him briefly before settling on the rifle. His lips curled into a dry smirk.

"Looks like he's set his sights on my ten-million-dollar horse." Upon hearing this, Moses' eyes sparkled with curiosity, a hint of intrigue brightening his expression.

"What exactly do you mean?" Although the identities of Moses and his companions remained a mystery to those nearby, the way Paul treated them with deference made it clear that these three held positions of considerable influence.

Especially Nate, whose intimidating aura made him stand out.

One of the onlookers, eager to gain favor with the three men, recounted the incident in detail, hoping to catch their attention.

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Nate, however, seemed entirely absorbed in observing Corrine as she rode her horse, his focus unwavering despite the ongoing conversation.

It wasn't until Zack spoke up, his voice laced with subtle meaning, that the tension shifted.

"Are you saying that the horse Miss Holland is riding hasn't been properly tamed?"

The moment those words left his mouth, the air around themom thickened, and the temperature seemed to plummet, as if an invisible frost had descended upon the scene.

Nate's gaze, sharp and unwavering, fixed on the individual who had m recounted the incident, his dark eyes brimming with quiet intensity, like arrows ready to fly. Zack caught the shift in Nate's expression, and his face darkened slightly with contemplation.

Having known Nate for years, Zack had grown accustomed to his calm and composed demeanor, often witnessing his softer side.

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