Chapter 680:


    “Stay calm,” Dominic murmured softly, noticing the tension in my face.


    Soon, the guard returned, leading a horse.


    My breath caught in my throat when I saw the horse. It was a magnificent Akhal-Teke, a rare breed known for its beauty and endurance. Its coat gleamed like fine silk under the sun, and its powerful legs pawed the earth. It was undoubtedly a remarkable animal.


    I was so captivated that I didn’t even realize when the words slipped from my lips. “What a beautiful horse! It must be worth a lot.”


    No sooner had I spoken than Dominic’s expression shifted, his indifference hardening into anger.


    “You call this a good horse?” His voice was as sharp and unforgiving as stone.


    The guard nched in terror. “I’ll change it immediately, Your Highness,” he stammered before dashing back toward the stables.


    Momentster, he returned with several other strong-looking horses. Smiling nervously, he said, “Please take a look at these, Your Highness. These are the finest horses on this farm.”


    Dominic’s expression only grew darker. With a sudden movement, he kicked the guard, sending him sprawling to the ground. “How dare you try to deceive me by iming these are the best?”


    The guard winced in pain, groveling with desperate apologies.


    “Enough! Fetch the stable keepers. They deal with the horses every day—they should know which ones are truly the best,” Dominicmanded coldly.


    “Y-yes, Your Highness,” the guard stuttered before scrambling away.


    Soon, several servants emerged, their heads bowed low, not daring to meet Dominic’s eyes. “Greetings, Your Highness,” they said in unison.


    Makenna’s POV:


    Seeing those servants made my heart pound like a war drum. Every fiber of my being screamed to step forward, to grab one of them, to demand answers about the child. But before I could move, a firm hand mped around my arm, halting me in ce.


    Startled, I turned, only to meet Dominic’s cold, piercing gaze. He shook his head once. “Don’t act rashly. You’ll tip off the enemy.”


    His seriousness pinned me in ce. I gave a small nod, forcing myself to breathe, to wait. Restraint felt impossible, but I knew he was right.


    Dominic stepped forward, his sharp gaze cutting through the row of servants like a de. They stood stiffly, perfectly aligned, but none could escape his scrutiny.


    Then, his eyesnded on a woman with a gaunt, weary face. He smirked before clicking his tongue. “A woman raising horses?” he mocked. “Do you even know how to ride one?”


    The maid’s face paled, and she lowered her head, trembling under his cutting words.


    Dominic tilted his head slightly, studying her. His voice became colder. “You. Pick a horse—any horse—and ride it for me. If you can’t, there will be serious consequences.”


    The woman froze, trembling, before copsing to her knees with a sharp thud. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she stammered, “Your Highness, I… I just gave birth not long ago. I can’t ride… Please, have mercy!”


    Her words sent a jolt through me. My heart lurched.


    So it was her.


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