Enzo POV
The trio were soon gone. I could not think of a better way to get rid of them. I doubt they will be following me to the stables or barn again anytime soon. It was music to my ears, hearing Betty laughing at the one fallen into the pile of horse dung. Being freshly dumped made it even funnier. Those prim and snobby ladies, who would not know how to work a day in their lives, having had things done for them every day and treated staff like their personal slaves, should not have been out here in the first place and attempting to follow me here, was a disaster waiting to happen.
‘Thank you, Enzo.’ Betty said between fits of giggles, her hand over her belly as if it was in pain because of something from all her giggles.
‘Why thank me, I did not ask her to fall on her butt in the sta
