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.

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

A shot rang out.

back to his eyes, more curious about Freya now than Kristian. After all, hitting all tens at fifty meters wasn't something many first- timers pulled off

moment he caught sight of the target, he

the binoculars, rubbed his eyes, then raised them again-but the result hadn't

moment, he was dumbfounded. How could those two both hit the bull's eye? And shot it from three

"No way!"

Is she

close to a bull's-eye at three

ripple of murmurs broke out among the staff members nearby. All eyes shifted to

paused. He took the binoculars from Mack and looked for himself. When the bull's-eye came

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

more sincere, "have you ever considered joining the military? My dad could pull some

answer, Kristian grabbed Mack by the collar and tugged him back. "She's

she's got rare

word and I'll have Damon haul you

fell silent instantly. He gave Kristian a sidelong glance. How could he always throw Damon in

Her skill came

at the range.

on Freya like a storm waiting to break. "When did you get this

answer that,"

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was, the

eyes flicked to the target. "It's a draw. So let's

Kristian blinked in surprise.

leaned in, eager to

shooting in the rain? Or fog?" Freya suggested

brows drew together in a

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

other hand,

he accepted and lost, he'd have no right to chase after her again. No

a heavy breath, he said, "Let's leave it for another day. We've done

had the right to

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

the equipment. Before leaving, she glanced back at

into a thin

him not to

he offered, voice as cool

let's share a meal. It's tradition-any first-timer who hits a bull's-eye

him, baffled. Since when was

them.