Chapitre 52: 052: Ask from me - it depends on your performance (6)

The horse estate in front of them was quite splendid, with green grasslands stretching for tens of miles, like prairies. Upon it were located horse racecourses, equestrian venues, and polo fields, which exuded a grandeur atmosphere.

Tara Summer gazed in a trance, owning such a horse estate. The Yancey family really had noble blood. In her impression, didn't those British nobles and royalty also love equestrian sports?

She had heard that Master Liam inherited his title. On the day of his coming-of-age ceremony, he had become a Duke of Northern Europe. It was only natural that he liked horse racing.

Clip-clop-clip-clop. As she pondered, a series of hoofbeats sounded. Tara Summer turned her head only to feel a whirlwind rush past -- a chestnut horse with a high head appeared before her eyes.

The stallion, over two meters high, neighed, its nose puffing with breath, and stopped with a stamp of its hoof. Tara Summer jumped back, looking up at the tall figure on the horse's back.