Chapter 188 Shelia teetered on the edge of an emotional breakdown.
Regardless of anything, she struggled to her feet, clutching her torn dress, and hastily fled.
Meanwhile, Frank approached Lindsey, expressing regret, "Miss Stewart, it's our fault for failing to oversee the competition properly.
We sincerely apologize.
We will strengthen our management in the future and prevent such kind of event from happening again.
" With a gracious smile, Lindsey responded, "Thank you, Mr.
Hudson.
Nodding, Frank added, "I'll take you to see Mr.
Lee now.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt" In a previous competition, Domenic had noticed something amiss when Lindsey rode out on a black horse. He discreetly dispatched people to investigate.
As anticipated, they discovered that Lindsey's horse had been tampered with, maliciously displaced.
Soon after, Frank received a call from the president of the Morcastle Horsemanship Association, warning of potential safety concerns.
If they failed to identify the culprit responsible for the horse switch, their club risked closure.
Fearing the consequences, Frank swiftly launched a thorough investigation.
The method by which the president learned of this matter left Frank equally bewildered.
Accompanied by Lindsey and Domenic, Frank approached the exclusive lounge of Andrew.
After knocking twice, Frank stood at the door and said, "Mr.
Lee, here comes Lindsey Stewart.
"Let her in," A deep voice cthrough the wooden door.
Glancing at Domenic beside Lindsey, Frank conveyed, "Mr.
Lee requested to meet with you alone, so.
Understanding his implication, Lindsey murmured quietly to Domenic, "I'll go in alone.
Wait outside for a while.
" Frowning, Domenic replied, "I'll be right by the door.
Call if you need anything.
"Okay.
Lindsey pushed open the door to Andrew's lounge and stepped inside.
Andrew had been engrossed in a gof billiards at the lounge's central table.
Upon noticing Lindsey's arrival, he carefully set aside his cue, turned, and casually leaned against the table's edge.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDressed in a navy blue, impeccably tailored suit, Andrew appeared to be in his thirties.
While not strikingly handsome, his demeanor exuded a mature andm composed aura embodying the quintessential image of a successful business elite. "Lindsey Stewart, right? I just witnessed the process of you taming Lightning.
It was truly marvelous," Andrew remarked, his eyes brimming with admiration for Lindsey.
He took a moment to appraise her before focusing on her slender hands.
He narrowed his eyes playfully, and Lindsey couldn't help but feel a touch upeasy under his scrutinizing gaze.
Leaning against the table, Andrew raised his chin at Lindsey proudly and "I promised that I'd do anything said, " for whoever tamed Lightning. Tell me, what do you want? As long as it's within my power, I'll grant you one wish.
Lindsey smiled at the man politely and said, "Thank you, Mr.
Lee.
To be honest, the reason why I participated in the competition was to see you.