Chapter 66
Her hand hovered near the white horse’s right flank, deliberately avoiding the crucial spot.
She continued. “As I mentioned before, injecting into a horse’s vein at the flank isn’t the best option. Second, before giving any injection, the horse needs to be calmird. If you inject while its muscles are tense, it’ll hum—a lot
As Paisley spoke, she raised her hand and lightly tapped the spot she had been avoiding. Like this. The white horse then reacted instantly, letting out an uncasy whinny
Her pat had been light
time, so the horse’s discomfort wasn’t as intense. Even so, it was enough to startle the onlookers.
After all, they’d seen with their own eyes how wild this horse had been earlier, throwing Marissa off with all its might. Spoiled and pampered their entire lives, they were still shaken by the memory.
“Oh, look at that–the proof is right here, Paisley smiled faintly as she parted the dense hair on the horse’s flank. Two small puncture wounds came into view
about
The wounds were one millimeter in diameter, with only a faint trace of blood seeping at the edges. The dense coat had hidden the wounds so well that they were nearly invisible to the naked eye.
At that moment, the horse’s caretaker also noticed the wounds and said, “Wait a second. Why are there two wounds on the horse’s flank? Those weren’t there before”
These horses were
were bought at a premium price and treated like royalty. There was no way this could have happened under normal circumstances Even a needle used for a vein injection wouldn’t leave such noticeable marks.
The caretaker’s words seemed to click with the crowd. One of them pondered, “Yeah How could there be two wounds on the horse’s flank out of nowhere?
Paisley turned calmly toward Marissa and asked, “Well, Ms. Prescott, care to explain?”
“Explain what! I’m the victim here… Marissa murmured as she avoided Paisley’s gaze, inching closer to Dominick
Early on, when Marissa saw Paisley’s hand hovering around the white horse’s rear, she had a sinking feeling in her gut. At the time. Marissa had been very discreet, and since everyone was focused on Paisley, that was when she had steeled herself and jabbed the horse’s backside,
Marissa figured that even if there were cameras nearby, there was no way they could have caught it clearly. She always seemed to have a way to justify herself
Besides. Marissa never intended to give Paisley a chance to flip the situation by checking the footage. Marissa believed that as long as ever on her side, Paisley would be left with no way to defend herself—just like with that mango cake four years ago
as everyone was
What Marissa didn’t expect was that the twist would come from Paisley herself. She couldn’t help but wonder when Paisley had gotten so clever.
Pandey had anticipated that Marissa wouldn’t admit it so easily, but she didn’t seem in a hurry. “Oh, really? Then, can you tell me where your brooch is, Ms Prescou
“My brooch.” Marissa instinctively glanced at herself. The brooch I wasn’t there.
Paisley then pointed to the ground nearby. The brooch was lying right by Alexis feet. It was a limited–edition piece from an ultra–luxury brand, made of metal, heavy and large, with a thick, long pin.
Alexis bent
down and picked up Marissa’s brooch. Sure enough, there was blood on it. She murmured, “Marissa…”
“Marissa_” Grayson’s litle heart took quite the hit at th
He lint looked at Marissa, then at the brooch, and finally fixed his gaze on Paisley. He wondered. Could it really not have been Paisley? Did she not hur Marisa or cause the horse to throw her! Did I misunderstand Paisley?
Marissas lace turned pale in an instant, and she quickly made up an excuse. “That brooch must’ve fallen off when I was thrown off the horse. The
Paisley didn’t angur further. She simply nodded in silence. “Tinum”
At this point, she figured those who needed to understand already did, and there was no need for her to say more.
Paisley thought that if anyone insisted un pashing it further, they could always have the blood on the brooch tested to see if it was from a horse or a person. But then again, there was really no need.
Paisley knew very well that Marissa had panicked this time, which was why she resorted to such a clumsy scheine. Pasley couldn’t help but think
how mindless the attempt was, yet Marissa still had people backing her, people who were willing to believe he
So, Paisley only said what she needed to clarify. As for what the others thought, she couldn’t care less.
