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.

she ended up half

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

icy towards her? If her riding skills weren’t

turned his horse around, and

suddenly angry, turned

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

it Leo? He’s always been

back and slipped away, trying to

out of the changing room when she saw Bernard heading

his sunglasses and asked Eleanor, “are you

said, “Wait

turned and disappeared into the changing room. As he did so, the rest

his friends and led Eleanor

a woman wearing a

had just come from a masquerade ball and forgotten to take it

wasn’t the mask, but the

already thought Sophie and Teresa were the epitome of beauty,

and curvaceous, an aura about her seemed to suggest she was

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