The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 844

As the instructor approached, he gave a quick nod and turned to Howard. "Have you done any shooting practice before?" he asked.

He had just seen her practicing at the range, and while her movements were noticeable, they seemed more about showing off than actual skill.

Howard met his gaze and nodded. "Yeah, I've been to a shooting range with friends a few times. So, I've got a bit of practice."

No wonder.

The instructor nodded thoughtfully. "Your stance and aiming are a bit flashy. The girl in the next group, Mirabella, has good technique. You could learn a thing or two from her. With your experience, you'll probably pick it up quicker than the others."

He gestured towards Mirabella's direction.

Howard followed his gaze and knew immediately who he was talking about, even without a name. What did he mean by flashy? Her moves were precise and on point. If anyone was being flashy, it was Mirabella.

Showing off and flaunting skills—how could the instructor not see that?

Feeling a bit miffed but not showing it, Howard nodded humbly. "Thanks for the tip. I'll ask her for some advice."

The instructor acknowledged her with a hum, then turned to give some pointers to other students. Seeing Sam finish his phone call, he walked back over to him.

put away his phone and, without glancing at the students, said to the instructor, "I need to step

the instructor nodded repeatedly. "Of

in response, turned around, and walked briskly off

fellow at the Mathematics and Technology Faculty at Prestige College, was

**

office, Sam drove back to the

his last visit, and Donald had

days a year,"

Sam sat upright

sighed, thinking about his son's demanding career. "How long are you staying

replied, taking a small sip from

disappointed.

coughed, and changed the subject. "Where's Emmitt? Off on another archaeological

me," Donald replied, his mood souring further at

mention of Emmitt.

his two

for show;

at the military