The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back (Paisley) novel Chapter 65

The white horse suddenly went wild, scaring the crowd into scattering in all directions. Alexis, still shaken, barely dodged the horse's flying hooves, which had nearly kicked her. She shouted, "What did you do to the horse?"

The white horse thrashed its limbs and twisted its body, its distressed neighs showing a peculiar sense of grievance.

Paisley shrugged casually. "I didn't do anything. Didn't you see? I just gave it a pat." Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, there was no way she could've done anything sneaky. It really was just a light smack on the horse's rump.

Usually, a horse that was suddenly frightened might have become agitated, perhaps even started kicking. However, these were specially trained horses, and the strength of one woman wasn't enough to provoke such a strong reaction in a thick-skinned animal.

The white horse seemed to settle down as the sharp sting of pain began to fade. Under everyone's wary gaze, Paisley began walking toward it.

"Stop! That's dangerous. Don't go near it." Dominick instinctively got up, ready to stop her from approaching the agitated animal.

Noticing that, Marissa quickly grabbed his arm and leaned into him weakly. "Don't go, Dom... I'm scared," she whispered, her voice trembling.

While they hesitated, Paisley had already stepped forward, now standing right in front of the horse. Dominick's brows furrowed deeply, but when the horse showed no signs of harming her, his tensed shoulders finally relaxed.

Paisley gently stroked the horse's neck. "Typically, when administering injections to horses, this spot here is the safest," she explained, her hand sliding down to its chest. "Next would be this area, the pectoral muscles."

"Finally..." Paisley walked to the horse's right hindquarters. "There's this spot here—the semi-tendinosus and semi-membranosus muscles." The crowd looked utterly confused, unsure of why she was rambling on about horse anatomy out of nowhere.

She then continued like a teacher giving a lesson, saying, "So why is the hindquarters the last resort? It's because this area is close to the horse's powerful hind legs. And for the horse, this spot is essentially in its blind spot.

After all, in their eyes, Marissa was Dominick's future wife—the future matriarch of the Vanderbilt family. Compared to Paisley, dressed modestly and with no clear standing, it was painfully obvious who carried more weight.

Paisley understood that they didn't really care about the real reason Marissa fell off the horse. They just wanted to impress and flatter her.

Paisley also knew that if their roles were reversed, even if she had deliberately caused Marissa's fall, these people would still side with her, spinning baseless arguments to defend her.

Having seen through all this long ago, Paisley didn't let it stir her emotions. To her, these people were nothing more than clowns.

"Of course, I can prove it," Paisley said.