Chapter 164 Will You Feel Guilty When You Think of Her?
Yasmin grabbed Niamh's hand and said, "Niamh, I have an idea. Listen to it."
Niamh listened quietly, then frowned.
"But there are many important guests here today. If something like this happens, won't it look bad?"
Yasmin gripped her hand even tighter and said, "Horses getting injured during races is common. Royal Stirling Racecourse won't be affected by it. Besides, your family suffered such huge losses, and you're grounded. Don't you want revenge?"
Niamh's face darkened. "Yasmin, are you trying to use me as a pawn? You're also responsible for what happened at Luminance Art Gallery. You kept telling me Amelia was a country bumpkin, which is why I believed she was Taylor."
"I didn't lie to you." Yasmin swore, "She hid it well. Before that, I really thought she was just an ordinary person. I didn't mean to deceive you. If I had known she wasn't ordinary, I'd go to hell."
Niamh was still hesitating.
Yasmin's eyes darted around. "Niamh, if our plan succeeds, not only can I live here without worry, but you can also get your revenge. And Felix will thank you too."
"Felix... does he also want something bad to happen to Amelia? Isn't he Amelia's biological brother?"
"You don't know this, but Felix really dislikes her. When she first came home, Felix wanted to send her back to the countryside."
"Really?"
"Of course it's true. Otherwise, if Felix really cared about her, why would he hide it from her and ask you to hide me here?"
Niamh thought carefully. That seemed to make sense.
Amelia wanted to send Yasmin to prison, but Felix sent Yasmin here instead.
That went against what Amelia wanted.
Felix really didn't like Amelia.
She thought for a moment, pacing around the room for two more minutes. Then she suddenly stopped and said, "Okay, let's do as you say."
Yasmin smiled.
As long as Amelia died—or even if she didn't die, if she became disabled like Liam—would she still have the energy to worry about Yasmin?
She'd be too heartbroken for that.
Niamh was indeed her capable helper.
She lowered her voice and explained her plan in detail, then said, "I'm counting on you, Niamh."
Thirty minutes later.
Samuel stood up from the sofa in the waiting area and turned to leave.
Yosef quickly grabbed him.
"Where are you going? Not waiting for your first love anymore?"
Samuel looked at Yosef with a dark expression, his gaze cold enough to freeze someone.
"If she really came, would it take half an hour to change clothes?"
He felt that Yosef was playing him.
He was starting to regret telling Yosef about his feelings.
The so-called romance expert swore there was only one secret to getting the girl—no shame.
Nothing else.
Yosef hadn't helped at all.
He had played Samuel.
"I swear, I really didn't lie to you. Ms. Richardson really came. If you don't believe me, there's even a male friend of hers waiting for her outside."
Samuel sneered, even more convinced that Yosef was playing him.
Because he had never seen Amelia have any male friends besides her brothers.
"No, I really didn't lie to you." Yosef got anxious. "If you don't believe me, I'll go into the ladies' changing room right now to find her."
"Then go find her. If you can bring her out, I'll cover all your expenses in Goldenvale for a while."
"Great! You said it!"
With that, Yosef headed toward the ladies' changing room.
His reputation as a playboy was already out there anyway—he didn't mind adding the title of "pervert who barges into ladies' changing rooms."
But after just two steps in that direction, Yosef stopped.
His eyes were full of amazement.
But from Samuel's angle, he couldn't see what Yosef was looking at. He only saw him suddenly stop.
He scoffed.
"What? Can't keep up the lie?"
Yosef raised his hand and pointed toward the ladies' changing room.
"See for yourself."
Samuel frowned and looked over. The next second, all expression on his face froze.
It was Amelia.
She was wearing a black riding outfit.
Her already tall and slender figure looked even more striking in the fitted riding clothes, making her waist look incredibly slim.
As if it could snap with just a little pressure.
Her long, elegant legs were also wrapped tightly in riding pants, their smooth lines disappearing into black studded boots.
Her heels clicked lightly on the ground.
She looked like a female knight stepping out of a medieval oil painting—dashing and heroic, impossible to look away from.
Samuel had always known his crush was beautiful, but at this moment, he still couldn't help holding his breath.
Amelia hadn't noticed Samuel. She was focused on putting on her gloves.
Until Samuel called out to her: "Amelia."
His voice seemed to have a magical quality, making Amelia suddenly look up.
When did they arrive?
Did they see her go out the side door and come back?
But the panic only lasted a moment before disappearing.
She thought, so what if Samuel knew?
But as soon as this thought emerged, Amelia was startled again.
Had she already become this comfortable around Samuel?
While her thoughts were complicated, Samuel had already walked up to her.
"You look great in riding clothes." Samuel didn't hide his admiration.
Amelia smiled weakly.
"Thanks."
She also looked Samuel over.
Samuel had a great physique and was handsome—he could be a model.
In his black and white riding outfit, his broad shoulders and narrow waist were outlined even more impressively, and his every move showed the sharpness of someone in power.
Yosef, watching the two of them standing together, couldn't help but gasp softly.
He used to think Samuel and Youran were a good match.
But now, seeing Amelia next to Samuel, he understood what a perfect match really meant.
It turned out that whether two people matched well also depended on the comparison.
These two people were perfectly matched in both looks and presence.
Amazed, Yosef walked up to them.
Still with his playful smile.
"I thought some fairy had stepped out of an oil painting, but on closer look, it's Ms. Richardson. Ms. Richardson, were you a fairy in your past life? Otherwise, how could you be so beautiful?"
As he spoke, he glanced at Samuel.
Unlike Samuel's simple "you look great in riding clothes."
Samuel looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes full of warning.
Yosef wasn't afraid at all and continued shamelessly, "Ms. Richardson, do you have someone you like? If not, could you consider me?"
Samuel's expression grew even darker.
He brought Yosef to Goldenvale to be his assistant, not his rival.
"Thanks for the compliment." Amelia laughed, brushing past Yosef's words.
She could tell Yosef was deliberately provoking Samuel. She was somewhat surprised that Samuel had such a bold person around him who dared to provoke him openly.
It seemed the two had a really good relationship.
Amelia was just a bit curious—Philip liked men, so did Yosef like women or men?
But Amelia wouldn't pry into someone's privacy. The curiosity just flashed through her mind and disappeared.
She said to Samuel, "I heard there's a horse ranch here. I came out of curiosity. I hope I'm not disturbing you?"
"Of course not."
But Samuel didn't believe she came purely out of curiosity.
However, since Amelia didn't say, he wouldn't ask.
When she needed help, he would step in.
"I heard you brought a friend?"
"Yes." Amelia nodded.
Samuel glanced at Yosef, who immediately went out to bring the person in.
With just one look, Samuel recognized Brady as one of Lloyd's people.
He vaguely guessed what Amelia was planning to do.
But he showed no sign of it. He nodded slightly at Brady and said, "Amelia's friend is my friend. Have a good time here. Enjoy yourself."
Brady quickly nodded. "Yes."
Yosef glanced at Samuel strangely.
He didn't understand why Samuel showed no jealousy at all.
Was it because this was his first time liking someone, so he was too slow in this area?
Yosef wanted to help Samuel squeeze out this rival, so he deliberately said, "There are more men here today, so there probably aren't any extra riding outfits for you."
Amelia said, "That's fine. He doesn't know how to ride anyway. He's just here to walk around with me. No need to change clothes."
Brady also nodded. "I'll just look around."
Yosef was about to continue when Samuel interrupted.
"The guests should be almost all here. Let's go."
Yosef had to shut up for now.
But after walking a bit, he couldn't help whispering to Samuel, "That's your rival. Why are you being respectful to him?"
Samuel said with certainty, "He's not my rival."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because he's my man."
Lloyd was his man, so naturally Lloyd's subordinates were his as well.
Yosef looked speechless.
He had worried for nothing!
He turned back and smiled at Amelia, who was following behind.
"Ms. Richardson, walk slowly. This road isn't finished yet. Be careful not to dirty your shoes."
Amelia thanked him and looked down at her shoes.
Sure enough, her shoes were already stained with mud.
So Felix must have walked this road many times, too, right?
When he walked this road to see Yasmin, did he think of her?
When he thought of her, did Felix feel guilty?
Originally, Amelia wanted to use the Combat Arts Hall incident to give Felix a chance to redeem himself.
But Felix had hidden Yasmin again, which made her not want to give him another chance.
She didn't like Felix.
Too foolish.
But she and Felix were blood relatives.
After dealing with Yasmin, she didn't know how to handle Felix.
Her mind was full of messy thoughts, making Amelia feel irritated.
Just then, a large hand wrapped around her palm.
Amelia looked up and met Samuel's deep eyes.