With years of directing experience, Director Dayne could tell Maeve Lane's horse-riding skills were not something you acquire without seven or eight years of training.
Well of course, anyone Julian Fairchild takes a liking to wouldn't be ordinary, right?
Though Maeve Lane sometimes acted a little reckless, her exceptional aura wasn't something cultivated by just any family.
Surely she must be a young lady of noble background.
Julian Fairchild's expression was much more serious compared to Director Dayne. His dark eyes quietly focused on Maeve Lane's face. Only when she noticed his gaze and turned to him did he slowly withdraw his eyes.
Maeve Lane sensed the man's gaze and planned to pretend she didn't notice, but the pressure from those eyes was too intense, so she looked back.
As soon as Julian Fairchild met her eyes, he turned away again.
She was puzzled, why was Julian Fairchild looking at her so intently?
Did she have something on her face?
