Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

Chapter 78

As soon as Miranda smoothly disassembled the gun and loaded it with bullets, she caught the attention of the other patrons and the staff at the shooting club. Everyone instinctively glanced over at where she was standing.

Initially, they thought it was just some young folks fooling around, so they only gave her a cursory glance while continuing with their activities. However, Miranda's subtle yet skillful moves quickly drew the attention of the experienced shooters.

The Lancasters were taken aback. Caius had assumed Miranda was merely bluffing, but to his surprise, she knew her stuff! Just from her confident actions, he could tell she was a pro.

Hannah was equally stunned. Although Miranda's sequence of movements was quick, Hannah, having spent countless hours at the shooting range with her brother, she herself also learned some stuff, and could tell that Miranda's skills were anything but ordinary.

Without even donning the protective gear, Miranda raised her hand into a textbook shooting stance and unleashed a series of shots in rapid succession - seamless and precise.

As the barrage of gunfire echoed through the range, a few people on the other side frowned. "Must be a newbie, thinking rapid-fire is impressive without caring about accuracy."

Meanwhile, another man polishing his handgun seemed disinterested. But their expressions changed when the sound of triumphant drums blared from the range's speakers.

This was the range's special signal: hitting the bullseye five times in a row earned one a celebratory drum roll.

This was customized specially to satisfy the customers. Every five drums' rhythm varied from each success shooting.

"Five bullseyes isn't unheard of. Guess she's not a rookie."

checking it out?" he asked Sebastian, who was

resounded with the celebratory tune for ten consecutive bullseyes, drawing

one of the club's top shooters, but to

in disbelief.

Theo was

his ears ringing with the

celebratory music, almoet

was

all a dream.

other hand, felt her heart sink. She had confidently dismissed Miranda as a braggart, only to be proven utterly wrong. Not

hitting every mark

QUMS

can she do something I can't." Arabella seethed with jealousy, biting her

game, so the

Miranda's accuracy had already

her victory,

she still had ten more shots

emptied, she extended