She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 147

Chapter 147 A Draw

"Why are you so stubborn?" Mack asked, the hope in his eyes unmistakable. "Just trust me on this-start with a hundred meters first."

Freya said nothing. Her gaze, unwavering and sharp, was fixed on Kristian. She was waiting-for him to speak, to decide.

If he chose a hundred meters, she'd match him step for step. But if he insisted on three hundred, she wouldn't back down.

"Shooting at three hundred meters is a different beast altogether compared to fifty," Kristian finally said after a thoughtful pause. "Are you sure you want to jump straight into a three-hundred-meter shootout with me?"

"I'm sure," Freya replied, steady as ever.

"Alright then." Kristian nodded in agreement.

Mack sighed, patting Kristian on the shoulder. "Come on, can't you go easy on her?"

Kristian didn't bother with a retort as he calmly picked up the gun once more.

He needed to win this competition.

"You shoot first," he offered, not wanting Freya to feel pressured.

"No need for that," Freya declined. She wanted this match to be as fair as they came. "Let's stick to the original order."

Her words caused Mack, Kristian, and the staff members to pause and study her. How could someone stay so composed under this kind of pressure?

Kristian didn't argue. Instead, he focused entirely on the target. His expression was more serious now than it had ever been before.

Even if he believed Freya couldn't possibly hit a target 300 meters away, he couldn't afford to underestimate her.

He had no room for error-not today.

Watching Kristian's concentration, Mack grew even more curious. What was really going on between him and Freya? Why was this turning into such a high-stakes match?

Bam!

The gun roared, echoing through the range as the bullet tore through the air toward the distant target.

Mack raised his binoculars and squinted, then stiffened when he caught sight of the impact. A perfect bull's-eye.

When Kristian normally practiced at the club, his 300-meter shots hovered between nine and ten rings.

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But this time, he'd nailed the center with surgical precision. Was the heat of competition really pushing him this far?

Kristian returned the gun and looked at Freya, waiting for her reaction.

glance at him. Calm as ever, she lifted her weapon

A shot rang out.

Kristian. After all, hitting all

the moment he caught sight

his eyes, then raised

those two both hit the bull's eye? And shot it from three hundred

"No way!"

she? Is she really

to

staff members nearby. All eyes shifted to

the binoculars from Mack and looked for himself. When the bull's-eye came into view, This mind went blank for a

that perfect shot, and yet Freya

ever considered joining the military? My dad could

Freya could answer, Kristian grabbed Mack by the collar and

she's got

and I'll have Damon haul you off for a little...

sidelong glance. How could he

Her skill came from relentless practice-thousands of

at the range.

his eyes settled on Freya like a storm waiting to

not obliged to answer

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was, the more intrigued

the target. "It's a

Kristian blinked in surprise.

eager to hear

about shooting in the rain? Or fog?" Freya suggested without

together in

or low visibility

the other hand,

he accepted and lost, he'd have no right to chase

he said, "Let's leave it for another day. We've

He had the right

turned to go. She'd already spent half the day away from her

the equipment. Before leaving, she glanced back at Kristian. "I hope you haven't

lips pressed into a thin

reminding him not to come knocking

cool

stop them, eyes lighting up. "Come on, since you're here, let's share a meal. It's tradition-any first-timer who

him, baffled. Since when

to them. "Isn't that right,