Mr. Gu, Your Replacement Bride Is A Big Shot!

s, the Earl is at the racecourse now.” The servant lowered his head and said respectfully.

“Ok.” Wright turned and walked towards the racecourse.

When he first reached the racecourse, he saw the earl riding towards the stables.
Seeing the earl’s slightly flushed face, he guessed that the earl must have finished the racecourse with his beloved horse.

The earl swiftly got off his horse and handed the reins to the servant.
His gaze fell on Wright’s face not far away.

The eagle’s sharp gaze frightened Wright so much that he immediately straightened up.
Recalling what had happened this morning, Wright lowered his head even more.
Without waiting for the earl to approach, he immediately bowed.
“Father.”

The First Earl, Mark, was the eldest brother of the president.
He was wearing a riding suit and looked valiant and majestic.
His face revealed a dignity that could not be ignored.

“Failed again?”

Mark frowned slightly, his voice cold.

Wright didn’t dare to look at Mark’s face at all now.
He cowered and lowered her head.

Mark’s blue eyes stared indifferently at Wright’s face, his expression complicated.

Wright felt a sharp and cold gaze on him.
He felt uncomfortable all over.
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead in fear.
He felt the air around him freeze, and even breathing became difficult.

Mark gripped the whip in his hand tightly and whipped Wright without hesitation, as if he was hitting a horse’s butt.

Wright’s clothes instantly split open.
The skin and flesh where Mark’s whip had hit him split open, and blood seeped out.

He had just lost his balance and staggered to the ground.

At this moment, Wright couldn’t care less about the pain in his body.
He immediately stood there obediently, lowering his head and not daring to speak.

Mark looked at Wright indifferently.
In the end, he threw the whip in his hand into Wright’s hand.
“Clean up your mess yourself!”

Wright gripped the horsewhip in his hand tightly and bent down ninety degrees.
He said respectfully, “I understand, Father.”

Mark walked towards the castle, leaving Wright behind.

A gust of wind blew past, and Wright felt the spot he had been hit hurt terribly.

He quickly walked to the stable, casually threw the horsewhip to a servant, and left quickly alone.

As soon as Wright returned to his room, he slammed the door shut and kicked a bookshelf.