Conrad descended the steps with a warm, fatherly smile. "Your first riding lesson? I wouldn't miss it for anything," he said.
Stella's father turned to me and added, "I just heard Conrad mention you. You're even more impressive than he described."
"Max," Conrad called out, his tone that of a father whose serious demeanor had just been exposed by an old friend.
Max? Could it be Max—the one renowned for his rare mineral resources?
Yes, it was him! In my previous life, around this time, the Anderson family had desperately needed his raw materials for a cutting-edge technology project.
I nodded politely. "Thank you."
He turned to his daughter, his gaze filled with affection. "Stella, you should take notes from her. She's a real lady. Not like you, always causing trouble."
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