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.

didn't so much as glance at him. Calm as

A shot rang out.

the binoculars back to his eyes, more curious about Freya now than Kristian. After all, hitting all tens at fifty meters wasn't something many

caught

rubbed his eyes, then raised them again-but

those two both hit the bull's eye? And shot

"No way!"

she? Is she really

even get close to a bull's-eye

the staff

When the bull's-eye came into view, This

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

"have you ever considered joining the military? My dad could pull some strings, get you

the collar and tugged him back. "She's

got rare

word and I'll have Damon haul you

a sidelong glance. How could he always throw Damon in his face?

skill came from relentless practice-thousands of rounds,

at the range.

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

obliged to answer

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she was, the more

the target. "It's

Kristian blinked in surprise.

to hear

shooting in the rain? Or fog?" Freya

together in

hit with confidence. However, when wind, rain, or low visibility came into play, the situation changed drastically,

hand,

right to chase after her

he said, "Let's leave it for

press. He had the

more reason to linger, she turned to go. She'd already spent half the

returning the equipment. Before leaving, she glanced back at Kristian.

into a

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

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

stop them, eyes lighting up. "Come on, since you're here, let's share

nearby looked at him, baffled. Since

turned to them.