Chapter 184 The Red Steed

Oriana was still chewing her pastry.

Evander continued, "It must be. I wouldn't mistake it."

A mocking smile tugged at his lips. "Aunt, the horse you raised as a child, how did it end up over there? Looks like it doesn't recognize you at all. Miss Winslow has already tamed it. Seems your horse is about to become hers."

Those who understood the tangled grievances dared not speak, but inwardly found