Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon novel Chapter 210

Everyone: “…”

This was the first time anyone realized just how unexpectedly funny their young lord could be.

Randell arrived at the stables, only to discover that Suzan's assistant had tried to inject something into Effie's chosen horse—but Effie had caught them in the act.

“Mr. Hoffman, you're just in time! They were about to do something to your horses,” Effie reported the moment she saw Randell. “You treasure these horses like your own children. How could they even think of harming them?”

Randell played along, his face grave. “That's right. Every horse here is the product of the finest breeding. You couldn't replace them even if you sold yourselves. How dare you lay a finger on them?”

Suzan went pale, scrambling to explain. “No, we never intended to hurt your horses! You have to believe me.”

She shot a look at her assistant, who quickly added, “I never meant to give the horse an injection! That syringe is mine. I have diabetes, and I need to be ready to give myself insulin at any time.”

Did she really think anyone would buy such a flimsy excuse?

Effie crossed her arms. “If that's true, then the injection should be perfectly harmless for you. Go on, show us.”

“I…” The assistant's eyes widened in panic. That syringe was filled with poison—there was no way she'd be stupid enough to inject herself with it.

With a sharp slap, Suzan struck her assistant across the face. “I can't believe you'd do something like this. I'm so disappointed in you. Get out!”

The assistant clutched her cheek and fled without a word.

Suzan turned to Randell, her expression pleading. “Mr. Hoffman, I swear I had no idea my assistant would do such a thing. I promise—I'm innocent. I didn't know anything about this.”

Randell thought to himself, Do you really think I'd believe a word of that?

Randell grinned. “If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?”

Just then, Vinson Elliott, who'd been watching the track, let out a sharp gasp. Among the riders leading their horses onto the field, one figure stood out—someone who looked unmistakably like Effie.

“Lyman, do you see that? That's Effie, isn't it?”

Truthfully, Lyman had noticed her the instant she stepped onto the sunlit track. He couldn't tear his eyes away as Effie smiled, radiant as she led her horse forward. She had a certain energy to her, as if she'd woven sunlight into her very being—so bright and lively that no one could look away.

Randell clicked his tongue. “Just look at Lyman—completely lovestruck.”

“Wow,” Vinson Elliott blurted, unable to contain his amazement.