Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

Chapter 283

Before anyone could even react, Miranda had already put down the rifle, packed up her things, and turned to Hannah, who was still in shock. "Let's head back," she said.

Hannah clung to Miranda's arm with a playful pout. "Remember, I'm always gonna be your sweet little sis!"

With such an amazing sister, she was determined to be her one and only!

Miranda chuckled. "Alright, go pack your things. It's time to go."

Just then, Timothy returned to the surveillance room. He found Mr. Ashcroft staring intently at the monitor and asked, "Mr. Ashcroft, what are you watching?"

Mr. Ashcroft turned to face Timothy, who had just arrived, with a look of sympathy. "You have no idea what you just missed."

Timothy was puzzled, a frown of confusion on his face. But it seemed Mr. Ashcroft wasn't planning on spilling the beans. His gaze was full of something akin to pity. Timothy was bewildered. What was Mr. Ashcroft keeping under wraps?

Miranda hadn't originally planned on using the sniper rifle, but Timothy's words had reminded her of her skills. So, she decided to indulge herself.

Most people were drawn to the lively sounds of drums and cheers from the other side of the shooting range. As a result, not many people witnessed her expert marksmanship, sparing her the hassle of being surrounded by onlookers.

Hannah, clinging to Miranda, glanced towards the other side of the range, her eyes glinting with curiosity. "Are we just leaving like this? Aren't you gonna check it out, sis?"

"Watch two kids argue?" Miranda thought she'd only fuel their fire if she went over. It was better to stay away.

ended up in a spat whenever she was around. It was an old story by now. Still, she was a bit curious about

to confess his feelings, to Miranda, it was just

strait; matters of romance never really held much weight in her life. Or

tasks and responsibilities, and the men who liked

him some leeway because he was handsome

out and

her sister leave, Hannah quickly followed, though her

wanted to see the

left, on the other side of the range, tensions were still high. The bullseye on both targets had hardly had a moment's rest, testament to the sharpshooting

concluded, Elian removed the magazine with one hand, smirking chilly. "After all these

pistol aside, his

Elian's lips, his eyes sharp as ice. "If I had, you'd

your loss is just fate," he added,

had also been sent to the military by his family, just like Elian. His shooting skills were

military, he

Sebastian replied coolly. Even behind his

I just want to

turned to Şebastian, his voice low and cold as he continued, "Don't pretend to be a freaking saint. I know

or fall into

I won't hesitate.

Everhart family has