The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back (Paisley)

Everyone present had thought Paisley's little brown horse was small and slow, so they assumed it wasn't a good horse. But that was exactly why she chose it-because it was small and gentle.

After all, in the beginning, she just wanted to take Serena for a leisurely ride. There was no need to pick a top-tier horse.

However, that didn't mean the little brown horse was inferior. On the contrary, its small stature and calm demeanor weren't flaws-they were its strengths. The true measure of a horse's quality wasn't in its appearance but in a balanced evaluation of its overall traits.

Sure, this little brown horse didn't look as striking as Marissa's tall and stunning one. But because it was smaller, it had better balance. Its legs were compact and muscular, built for stability.

Paisley had already noticed the horse's hidden potential during her first trial ride. Despite its calm demeanor, the horse had incredible bursts of power. Such impressive strength, combined with its gentle temperament, made it undeniably an excellent horse.noveldrama

Paisley had only challenged Marissa after thoroughly understanding the capabilities of the little brown horse and relying on her own skills to back her up. After all, Paisley was never one to fight a battle she wasn't prepared for.

Now, that once-mocked little brown horse was charging forward like an unstoppable force. Its determined whinnies seemed to echo as a rebuttal to everyone who had laughed at it.

On the horse's back sat Paisley, reins in hand, exuding quiet confidence. She wasn't dressed in anything fancy-just a simple T-shirt that clung to her figure in the wind, outlining her effortlessly sensual curves. Her sharp, focused eyes stayed locked on the path ahead. Occasionally, a stray strand of her hair brushed her face, softening the edge of her fierce gaze. Her loosely tied ponytail whipped in the wind, making the audience stunned.

When Dominick realized that Paisley could actually ride, the tension in his furrowed brow eased instantly. His eyes reflected a mix of shock and admiration that he couldn't suppress. The rhythmic pounding of hoofbeats seemed to echo in his chest, striking his heart with every beat.

At that very moment, no one else existed in his gaze-only Paisley. From start to finish, it was always Paisley.

After his initial shock, Dominick was left in a daze as he pondered, 'I didn't know Paisley could ride a horse, let alone this well. Did she learn after we split up, or... has she always known, and I just never noticed?'

Behind him, Julian was equally stunned. He couldn't reconcile this Paisley with the housewife he once knew.

Meanwhile, the once noisy crowd began to quiet down. For a moment, the only sound was Serena's proud cheers for her mom, her voice ringing out loud and clear.

Alexis and the others who had mocked Paisley earlier all shut their mouths. The disdain on their faces was gone, replaced with stiffness and awkwardness. Some even felt an inexplicable twinge of embarrassment creeping over them.

At that moment, no one dared to glance back at Marissa, who was falling further behind. They couldn't help but feel secondhand embarrassment for her.

Even Grayson, who had been loudly cheering Marissa on, grew quieter until his voice disappeared

altogether. He stood there with his mouth slightly open, his eyes wide with disbelief.

He blinked once, then again, as if trying to convince himself it wasn't an illusion. But every time he looked,

it was the same Paisley and her little brown horse pulling far ahead of Marissa.

Grayson mused, 'Paisley wasn't lying after all. She's truly impressive. Even more impressive than Marissa, at that.'

Marissa was panicking on the racetrack. She had watched with her own eyes as Paisley overtook her, pulling further and further ahead. Marissa thought anxiously, 'If this keeps up, I'm definitely going to lose. No. I can't lose. I won't lose.'

Marissa couldn't afford to lose to Paisley, especially not in front of Dominick and Grayson. Marissa's chest tightened, but no matter what she tried, she just couldn't catch up. As the finish line loomed closer, her mind became increasingly chaotic.

Suddenly, an idea struck Marissa.