Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie and William) novel Chapter 673

Emelie tightened the reins, leading the horse away from the feed trough, and turned to face Jodie. "My methods may not be honorable, but I would never resort to such despicable tactics."

Jodie didn't understand. She didn’t subscribe to the idea that "Discretion is the better part of valor". Therefore, she thought that shortcuts were simply tools for accomplishing tasks.

Tampering with William's horse to kill him seemed like a perfectly logical strategy, and an easy one too. Why wouldn't she do it?

Emelie dismounted from her horse and walked up to Jodie. "Do you truly believe eliminating William would bring my revenge to an end?"

Jodie frowned, confused. Wasn't that the goal?

Emelie was amused. "If it were that simple, I would've hired mercenaries to eliminate the venomous snake, the eagle, the black panther, and the lion."

Why would she go through all the trouble of a complex scheme if her grudge could be resolved so easily?

"Even if he was removed, the Middleton family and the Cloudex Corporation would still exist. They have a solid foundation, the resources, and the talent to quickly replace William and stabilize the company. It's like when I took over the Filo family during Wesley's coma," Emelie explained.

Jodie slowly began to understand as she processed Emelie's words. "You mean…"

Emelie's gaze shifted to William, who had already changed into his riding attire. He looked striking in his white shirt and trousers, in contrast to his usual dark clothing.

"I want them to experience the same pain we endured. Only then can I consider it an apology," she said.

A shiver ran down Jodie's spine. She bowed slightly, saying, "I understand. I won't take any actions without your orders."

Emelie grabbed the saddle, stepped on the stirrup, and mounted her horse. "Just you wait, they should too. They will pay for their betrayal, right under their noses."

She tugged on the reins, and her horse walked toward William. "Which team will you be joining, Mr. Middleton?"

Riding attires were usually fitted. From the shoulders to the waist to the thighs, the fabric clung close to the body, showing off a person's figure.