Chapter 955:
Even Gabriela noticed this, pointing at them and then at herself.
âMine is differentâ¦â
âWeâre adults, and youâre a child, Gabriela. Thatâs why itâs different,â Bryan explained, scooping her up. He then grasped Eileenâs wrist, leading them out of the dressing room.
The trio made for a picturesque scene, drawing admiring glances from onlookers. As the stable hands brought out their chosen horses, Bryan passed Gabriela to Eileen.
âThe pony can only walk in that open area,â he said. âAn employee will accompany Gabriela to ensure her safety. You can take Gabriela there. Iâll try out this horse.â
Confident in the ponyâs docile nature and the presence of the stable hand, Bryan felt at ease leaving Eileen and Gabriela to enjoy their adventure while he explored on his own mount.
The black horse was unlike the others. Though tamed, it occasionally displayed a violent temper. Bryan knew he had to test it alone.
Meanwhile, Eileen guided Gabriela to the open space, carefully placing her on the white pony. The stable hand secured the safety ropes and led the pony in a gentle circle.
âLetâs go!â Gabriela exclaimed, patting the ponyâs back and repeating the phrases Bryan had taught her.
Eileenâs face lit up with a smile as she captured the joyful scene on her phone.
Jessica emerged from the dressing room, her dreadlocks swinging. Her face fell as she spotted Eileen.
âWhat rotten luck,â she muttered. âWhy did I have to run into her here?â
gⱯlnÏνð®ðsâ¤ð¸Ð¾m hosts thrilling adventures âWho are you talking about?â A woman in a striking red riding suit joined her, her hair elegantly coiled in a bun, exuding maturity and allure.
âWho else could it be?â Jessica replied, her voice tinged with disdain. âItâs that woman who swooped in from nowhere and claimed the family fortune that should have been mine. Oh, by the way, I heard from my parents that her father is your father.â
Tilda Aston froze, her eyes narrowing as they locked onto Eileen, who was standing not far away.
The morning sun bathed Eileen in a golden glow. She looked like she was in her twenties.
âTilda, her husband isnât just rich, heâs handsome as well. Just look at their daughter. Sheâs got Eileenâs features, but even the parts that donât resemble Eileen are perfect. Bryanâs the most handsome man Iâve ever laid eyes on,â Jessica continued, her voice thick with envy.
Despite her jealousy, Jessica felt compelled to praise Eileen, remembering Giannaâs words.
Noticing Tildaâs silence, Jessica touched her arm. âListen, weâve known each other for years. Take my adviceâsecure as much money as you can now. If you donât, your father might give it all to Eileen, leaving you with nothing.â
Tildaâs eyes flashed with anger. âWhat nonsense are you spouting? My father would do that!â
Raised abroad, Tilda was accomplished in various artistic pursuits. Only six months younger than Eileen, she had already earned her doctorate overseas. Upon returning home, she found herself mingling with a crowd of fresh graduates, including the much younger Jessica. Her foreign education was evident in her accent, though her features clearly marked her heritage.
âIâm telling you the truth,â Jessica said. âEven if Eileen doesnât want it, your brother will get the Aston familyâs fortune. You wonât be able to get a penny.â
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