The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back (Paisley) novel Chapter 58

"You're really shameless, aren't you? You can't even ride a horse, yet you're still hanging around here. I bet you already took enough photos, so scram," Alexis snapped, her irritation reaching its peak—though most of it was clearly an act meant for Marissa.

"You'd better leave now. We've all been practicing riding since we were kids. Once we pick up speed, it'd be bad if you got hurt," Marissa chimed in, maintaining her usual gentle and considerate demeanor.

Paisley nonchalantly glanced at Alexis before turning her gaze to Marissa. Then, Paisley waved her hand and called Maria over. She carefully handed Serena down from the horse and into Maria's arms.

Seeing that, Marissa felt a sense of relief and pondered, 'Looks like Paisley's finally giving up and deciding to leave. That's the smart move—staying would only embarrass her further.'

In truth, from the very beginning, Marissa's polite suggestions for Paisley to leave were meant to test Dominick's reaction. Yet, from start to finish, he remained indifferent. Grayson, too, hadn't said a single word in Paisley's defense.

Their lack of response gave Marissa the confidence to repeatedly push Paisley out while still maintaining her genteel façade.

Alexis let out a mocking laugh. "You should've left ages ago." Meanwhile, the others around them began mounting their horses, ready for a proper race.

But unexpectedly, Paisley spoke up, "I understand Ms. Prescott's point. Whoever's the better rider gets to stay, right? Fine then, let's have a competition."

Marissa hadn't expected Paisley to make such a proposal. Stunned for a moment, Marissa raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Are you serious? You want to compete with me?"

At that, laughter rippled through the crowd. Everyone there knew that Marissa's coach was none other than Yohan. And Paisley? She was infamous for barely being able to trot a horse at a pace faster than a snail. It was absurd that she'd even suggest such a thing.

"Don't overestimate yourself. Just leave already," Alexis said with an exaggerated laugh, her tone brimming with disdain.

Alexis didn't manage to snatch the riding crop on her first try. But when she made a stronger attempt to pull it back the second time, Paisley let go suddenly. The sudden motion threw Alexis off balance, sending her reeling backward before landing hard on the ground.

"How dare you?" Alexis' face flushed crimson with rage.

Paisley didn't bother acknowledging her, instead staring directly at Marissa. "What's the matter? Are you scared?"

Paisley had long found Marissa insufferable. Back then, whenever Emery had called Marissa a bitch, Paisley would at least try to correct Emery. Now, she thought Emery's nickname was spot-on.

Paisley reflected, 'I've made it clear time and time again—I don't care about Dominick or even Grayson. And yet, Marissa keeps shoving herself in my face like her presence matters. Honestly, she and Dominick are a perfect match—a bitch and a jerk of a man.'