The Scorned Heiress: No More Mercy novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Jade smooths down her pristine white riding suit, suddenly hyper-aware that it does nothing

to make her stand out.

“Jade, you look a little pale. Do you want to go back and rest?” Alec asks, oblivious to the

tension.

“No, I’m fine,” Jade forces a tight smile. “I just didn’t expect to run into my sister here.”

She mentally curses Tara. Is she doing this on purpose? Did she know Evan was here? It’s painfully obvious why she is parading around in such a tight outfit-she wants attention. And she’s getting it. Evan’s gaze is entirely glued to Tara. She looks undeniably radiant today. The black riding habit highlights every perfect curve of her body, and with her hair pulled into a sleek, high ponytail, she radiates a fierce, striking energy.

“Evan…” Jade tugs at his sleeve, pitching her voice into a soft, pathetic whine. “Maybe we should go somewhere else?”

She seethes internally. Tara is nothing but a shameless attention-seeker.

Evan finally tears his eyes away from the track. “We’re already here. Let’s just enjoy the ride.”

Down by the stables, Keira nervously tugs at Tara’s sleeve. “Should we… maybe find another

track?”

“Ignore them,” Tara says, swinging effortlessly into the saddle. “We came here to ride. I’m not letting a bunch of nobodies ruin my day. They don’t own the place.”

With a sharp click of her tongue, she spurs Wildfire forward: She shoots across the field like a bolt of black lightning. Her posture is flawless, moving in perfect harmony with the powerful stallion. Her long hair whips in the wind, and the sunlight catches the sharp, gorgeous lines of her profile. She commands the entire track, blindingly brilliant and utterly

captivating.

Keira watches in absolute awe until Tara finishes a lap and brings the horse to a graceful halt beside her.

“Oh my god,” Keira gasps. “You are incredible! I officially worship you.”

Despite her amateur championship titles, Keira knows she doesn’t hold a candle to this. Tara rides like a seasoned professional.

“I’ve just been on a horse a few times,” Tara says with a dismissive shrug.

A few times? Keira blinks. If that’s what natural talent looks like, she is almost embarrassed to get in the saddle.

Meanwhile, up in the private VIP box, Luke tears his eyes away from the financial reports on

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the screen and points at the glass. “Danny, check out the girl on the track. She is fiercel

Danny shoots him a cold, entirely unimpressed glare. “Shut up. Since when did your standards drop so low that you drool over anyone who crosses your line of sight?”

Luke presses his hands against the glass, ignoring the insult. “I’m serious! Look at the girl on the black stallion. That waist, those legs… wait. Is that Tara? Danny, it’s your girl!”

Danny’s hand freezes around his whiskey glass. He sets it down with a heavy clink and strides to the window, his dark, predatory gaze immediately locking onto the track.

Tara is flying across the dirt. The black riding habit clings to her like a second skin, and she looks so breathtakingly vibrant that Danny finds it physically impossible to look away.

“Well, look at that. Evan is out there too,” Luke whistles, highly amused. “Man looks like his eyes are about to pop out of his head.”

Danny’s expression instantly darkens. He turns on his heel. “Saddle my horse.”

“Wait, what?” Luke blinks. “I thought we were just here to audit the management operations?”

Danny doesn’t bother answering, already halfway out the door.

Calhoun Corporation recently acquired Green Meadows. Danny is only here for a standard executive inspection, but if he had known Tara loved to ride, he would have invited her here weeks ago. A wave of intense irritation washes over him.

“Hey, wait for me!” Luke scrambles after him.