The Grand Duchess and Lucas Walker were both intelligent people and naturally understood that she was feigning ignorance on purpose.
Glancing at her son who stood beside the horse, the Grand Duchess straightened up.
"KING, shall we have a match then?"
Reaching out and stroking Lightning's mane, Lucas Walker leapt onto the horse.
"Sure!"
The two exchanged a look and spurred their horses at the same time, racing towards the distant grassy slope.
Ivana Bennett paused outside the restroom, watching their receding figures. She mischievously lifted the corners of her lips and then opened the door to enter the restroom.
Perhaps it was the excitement that made her overeat; her stomach and intestines really did feel a bit uncomfortable.
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Above the grassy slope, the horses' pace gradually slowed down.
The Grand Duchess gently reins in her horse and dismounted. "Indeed, I've gotten old; I can't beat you."
