She stood there, slender in figure.
Her choice surprised him a bit, further piquing his curiosity.
"This one."
He firmly made the decision, directly instructing someone to bring it out.
As soon as the horse came out, he suddenly thought of something.
"Can you ride?"
He immediately felt the question was inappropriate as soon as he spoke.
If she really knew how to ride, why would she pick such a difficult horse?
But having said it, he could only quietly wait for her answer.
Just then, Lana Lowell arrived.
She quickly walked over in high heels.
Seeing the black horse being brought out, it was still tossing its head and kicking its legs.
She frowned immediately, turning her head with a look of disdain.
The horse was restless, its front hooves lifted high, neighing continuously, causing her to step back, speaking with dissatisfaction.
"Can such a horse even be ridden? Just don't let anything happen."
Cora Lowell glanced at her, her expression subtly changed.
