"As I see it, if you want to tame a horse, you have to watch Young Master Sterling; no matter how wild the temperament, once Young Master Sterling gets involved, it'll behave obediently."
"Exactly, every time Young Master Sterling tames a horse, I want to watch but dare not, afraid that the green turf of the paddock might be stained red."
"Take a break, Young Master Sterling." The executives wore ingratiating smiles as they approached, hoping to make an impression on the man.
The person on horseback at this moment was Ethan Sterling. He glanced at the group of people at the racetrack exit, then swiftly dismounted, tossing the riding crop to Nathan Ayers standing beside him.
Ethan Sterling took off his gloves and threw them to Nathan Ayers, ignoring those people and heading straight toward the parasol seating area of the racetrack.
