Chapter 180: I didn't handle this well

"At Mr. Wordsworth's, taming horses is always exhilarating. No matter how wild the horse, once it's under Mr. Wordsworth's control, it behaves just as he wants."

"Indeed, every time Mr. Wordsworth appears, I dare not approach. I'm afraid the horse arena will turn into a battlefield, with bloodshed all around."

"Mr. Wordsworth looks tired, let him come down."

One by one, they stepped forward eagerly, wanting to help the person dismount.

Sitting atop the horse was Reginald. He glanced coldly at the people below, then elegantly swung his long legs and dismounted, tossing the reins to Ben, who had been waiting nearby.

Reginald took off his gloves and helmet, throwing them aside, ignoring the group of people, and headed straight for the large umbrella ahead.

Seated under the umbrella was the President, dressed in a white shirt with a vest, looking at a tablet in his hand. When he saw Reginald approaching, he immediately gestured for a servant bes