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    Leah’s lips curved into a slow, calcting smile.


    “Would you like to switch to another horse, Miss Hond?”


    Though Leah longed to see Corrine take a nasty fall, she couldn’t afford to let things spiral out of control.


    Her birthday and engagement to Bruce were right around the corner.


    Thest thing she needed was a scandal or awsuit.


    Corrine nced at the restless horse, its muscles twitching under the sunlight.


    She tightened her grip on the reins.


    “No need.”


    Leah cast her gaze downward, masking the cruel glint in her eyes.


    Corrine was practically walking into the trap herself.


    Meanwhile, Aimee had gone to the stables to select another horse.


    Jules approached Corrine, his expression unreadable.


    “Corrine, switch to another horse.”


    Though he had faith in her riding skills, even the best rider couldn’t always predict the behavior of an untamed beast.


    She remained unmoved.


    “No need.”


    Without another word, she passed him the reins.


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    “I am going to change clothes.”


    Twenty minutester, Corrine stepped back into the sunlight, now d in a sleek ck riding outfit.


    Heads turned.


    The refined elegance she usually carried had sharpened into something else entirely—a quiet, lethal confidence, like a warrior stepping onto the battlefield.


    She strode toward Jules, reiming the reins with practiced ease before heading toward the racetrack.


    Her tall, slender frame exuded a cold, unshakenposure.


    Jules watched her go, his brow tightening ever so slightly.


    Without looking away, he spoke to Paul.


    “Bring me the gun.”


    His tone was calm, as if he were discussing the most ordinary thing.


    Paul, standing nearby, stiffened.


    “Mr. Ford, this is the grand opening of my club,” he said, his voiceced with disbelief.


    “Isn’t this a bit excessive?”


    He stared at Jules, his expression caught somewhere between shock and frustration.


    “And that horse—do you have any idea how much it cost me? Over ten million.”


    The horse was a purebred Akhal-Teke.


    Wild and untamed, yes—but also a prized investment, meant to be the highlight of the day.


    And now, it was about to be a target.


    Paul hesitated, visibly torn.


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