Her Seven Little Bodyguards

Chapter 564

Vania propped up her gun, looking like she was training her aim as she muttered under her breath, "Oh, man. My aim's still off."

Hearing those words, Yvonne could have combusted on the spot. If your aim's still off then how did you hit the last seven ten-rings?

Turning around, Vania called out girlishly to Hanson, "Darling, you have to help me work on this."

"Okay," Hanson replied with a nod, though he was secretly worried that he had more to work on than she did.

The more innocent and hapless Vania was, the angrier Yvonne became. "Did you cheat?"

"Accountability is all part and parcel of adulthood, and I would never resort to cheating for the sake of winning a game," Vania pointed out, the expression on her face seemingly implied that Yvonne was no match for her and thus she did not have to cheat to win.

Insulted, Yvonne turned red with rage and snapped, "A quick check is all we need to know if you've been cheating all this while." She glanced at the attendant standing at the side and pointed at him, ordering, "Go and check if there's something wrong with the target board!"

The attendant did as he was told, and he inspected every corner of the board before coming back to Yvonne and reported, "Everything is untampered."

Untampered? Shock and embarrassment colored Yvonne's face.

Upon seeing this, Vania suggested with a warm smile, "Maybe you can try switching places and see if your luck gets better."

Yvonne glared at her, furious that she had allowed Vania to humiliate her like this, and bit out through gritted teeth, "Fine."

She stood at Vania's position, took aim, then fired. Sure enough, she hit a ten-ring, and the results were so astonishing that even she was rendered speechless for a moment. Maybe this shooting point is the source of Vania's luck!

When it was Vania's turn, however, she was so tired that she did not bother standing up. She propped her chin up in one hand as she sat on the lounge chair and sipped her juice. "I guess that means I will be trying to shoot from Miss Kepler's position."

She toyed with the gun in her hand for a brief second, then pulled the trigger thrice in rapid succession without even looking at Yvonne's target board, much less aim at it. Before anyone could register the shots, she was done, and the mechanical voice filled the air. "Ten-ring, ten-ring, ten-ring."

Everyone's eyes widened. Huh? Is the machine broken?

They looked at Vania, only to see her blowing invisible smoke off the barrel of her gun as she drawled, "I'm done with my ten shots. Take your time, Miss Kepler. We've got all day."

So the machine was working just fine earlier? Everyone was in disbelief.

Meanwhile, Yvonne felt as if all that had happened just now was like a dream and her hands trembled ever so slightly. She saw no point in trying to outdo Vania now, not when the girl had gotten a ten-ring for ten out of ten shots she fired. At this point, she could drag out this game until the sun went down and she would still lose.

When Vania saw the odd way everyone was looking at her, she asked bewilderedly, "Why are you all looking at me like that?"