Chapter 407

Teresa strutted into the horse field. Eleanor’s hand was balled into a tight fist

She watched as Teresa hopped onto a horse, quickly catching up to Bernard as if they were old friends.

Bernard slowed his horse, tuming as Teresa directed him to look towards Eleanor, who was sitting in the rest area.

Teresa and Bemard looked well–matched on their horses, while Eleanor, who couldn’t ride, was stuck watching from a distance.

Despair washed over Eleanor. Coming from a lower–class background, learning these high–society skills was always going to be an uphill battle.

Despite having just snapped back at Teresa, Eleanor was still feeling a pang of inferiority deep down. So, she averted her gaze and started heading towards the changing room.

Teresa said to Bernard, “Bernard, Ms. Shultz is acting high and mighty just because you’re on her back. Don’t you think you should do something about it?”

Bemard glanced at Eleanor and, from his saddle, he pulled a thin whip, and with a swift motion, he lashed it at the rear of Teresa’s horse

The horse reared up with a painful whinny and bolted around the track like a bat out of hell.

to hold onto the reins and avoid getting thrown off, but she ended up half hanging

saw Bernard, sitting on his white horse with his shades on, watching her coldly. Her heart sank

so gentle with Eleanor, but so icy towards her? If her riding skills weren’t decent, that

nothing, turned his horse around, and bolted towards the stables.

him suddenly angry, turned their

Teresa? Didn’t they know Bernard couldn’t stand her since

it Leo? He’s always been chummy with Teresa.”

reigned his horse back and slipped away, trying to act

out of the changing room

asked

could answer, Bernard said, “Wait for me here, I’m

As he did

his friends and led

door, a woman wearing a white feathered

only her eyes, giving her the look of someone who had just come from a masquerade ball and forgotten to

wasn’t the mask, but the face

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