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.

him. Calm as

A shot rang out.

snapped the binoculars back to his eyes, more curious about Freya now than Kristian. After all, hitting all

moment he caught sight

then raised them again-but the result hadn't changed:

was dumbfounded. How could those two both hit the bull's eye?

"No way!"

she? Is

to a bull's-eye

among the staff members nearby. All

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

to the limit to land that perfect shot, and yet Freya had matched him-effortlessly,

now-less playful, more sincere, "have you ever considered joining the military? My dad could

answer, Kristian grabbed Mack by the collar and tugged

got rare

I'll have Damon haul you off for a

He gave Kristian a sidelong glance. How could

the gift. Her skill came from relentless practice-thousands of rounds,

at the range.

aside, his eyes settled on Freya like a storm waiting to break. "When

not obliged to answer that," Freya replied

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more guarded she was,

eyes flicked to the target. "It's

Kristian blinked in surprise.

in, eager to hear what came

in the rain? Or fog?" Freya

brows drew together in

conditions, he could aim and hit with confidence. However, when wind, rain, or

on the other hand, looked completely

right to chase after her again. No

leave it for another

had the right

to linger, she turned to go. She'd

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

pressed into a

course he hadn't. She was reminding him not to come knocking until he completed the

you a ride," he offered, voice as cool as ever. "You won't find a

"Come on, since you're here, let's share a meal. It's tradition-any first-timer who hits a bull's-eye at 300 meters

him, baffled. Since when

turned to them. "Isn't that right,