The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

The massive thousand-pound horn bow was drawn into a flawless curve!

As the bow gradually bent, the three arrows nocked on it were poised at the moving target.

Whoosh!

The sharp snap of the bowstring rang out, cutting through the air.

Three arrows streaked through the sky, slicing through the clouds to obliterate the wooden bullseyes 6,500 feet away. Each arrow found its mark dead center! Robin placed the horn bow back on the rack.

He took a towel from a nearby server, wiped his hands and glanced over at the astonished Zachary.

"Well, I'm embarrassed for you. Let's settle this and move on!"

Zachary's face shifted from red to pale, his fury toward Robin evident.

The shooting range was enveloped in a stunned silence.

Then, pandemonium ensued!

After a moment of frenzied excitement, Raymond shouted from the sidelines, "Zachary, come on. A bet is a bet. It's just 100 million dollars." Zachary felt his heart sink!

100 million dollars!

The real issue was that the Gills couldn't come up with that amount on short notice!

He knew all too well that, despite the Gills' current standing, their finances were in a precarious state.

Especially after two failed ventures in Brookhaven last year.

The Gills' financial stability was on the verge of collapse

How could they possibly cover a 100 million-dollar wager?

had only sought

never anticipated that this bet would land him in such a

now, he was faced with the grim reality of paying

shouts from the sidelines went

think quickly about how to

was no ordinary

was ruthless

of this match is quite clear. Please

won't just be 100 million dollars." Zachary was already sweating profusely. He

the fitness center on the 15th floor of the building, across

remarkable performance, a sly smile curled on her lips. She twisted her elegant body and released a long, relaxed sigh. "This riding and shooting contest is quite intriguing, haha... I didn't expect Shirley to have such an

pale legs and playfully adjusting her

Clayton, she wiped her fair skin and languidly reclined on

want to meet this man privately, Rita, make

years, and no one has ever managed to draw

a moving target at 6,500 feet

extraordinary; his strength

woman in a white uniform with short, neat hair nodded, her eyes

be someone with

enchanting, exuding a captivating

Perhaps he is the one I've been waiting

the one I've been waiting

the sweat from her skin, her

out of their

headed to the Riding

surprised to see

to her, bowing respectfully. "Ms. Clayton

on here? Is someone attempting

staff from the Riding and Shooting Entertainment Center presented the betting contract

please take a look at this.

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