You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1823: Top Prize

On the other side, not far from the haunted house.

Fair looked left and right at the coming and going crowds, spaced out. Just then Justin came over with an ice cream for her, chocolate chip cookie dough flavored, topped with crushed peanuts.

He handed it to Fair and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Fair shook her head. "I seemed to glimpse a familiar figure just now. But there's so many people, I probably saw wrong."

More and more people gathered around the haunted house, it was the busiest time at the amusement park. With her height she basically couldn't see anything beyond three meters.

Justin smiled. "It's your first time in Khebury. How could you run into someone you know? Eat your ice cream before it melts.”

"Okay." Fair accepted the ice cream and took a big satisfying bite.

"So delicious, thank you Uncle Henderson.” She smiled, revealing two cute dimples. Although Justin had adopted her and gone through the formal procedures, they had agreed privately that she would still call him uncle.

"Having fun? It's about time we get going. I just came back to Khebury temporarily today to take care of some things. We need to catch the evening flight back to Mufron.” Justin reminded.

"Uncle Henderson, I've had lots of fun, thank you. I'm really happy.” Fair was very sensible. Having the carefree life she did now was already a blessing from heaven.

From birth she had never received warmth from elders, never had company, never received a single word of true care, never received a real education.

She looked down at the exquisite, high-end pink dress she wore, the soft patent leather shoes, the name brand bag on her shoulder, and the latest high-tech phone that belonged to her.

She had gone from a helpless orphan to a refined little lady.

All this was bestowed upon her by Justin.

“Let's go." Justin smiled gently at Fair. Their elegant figures left the amusement park.

behind him, occasionally glancing back. How strange, she really seemed to have

She had new

be the best version of herself and one day stand

went further

had brought him to the shooting games. The air guns at the amusement park were suitable for little kids, not real shooting ranges. Huge boards were covered in all kinds of colorful balloons. The rules were simple - pop thirty balloons to get the top prize of a huge stuffed animal. Next were the first, second, third prizes, and

paid, Joyce

tested the aim and found one with minimal deviation, handing it to

Anderson holding the gun and couldn't help laughing. "Oh dear, isn't he too young? His little hands probably can't even pull the trigger.” Another person said, "Just for fun, who expects to win

he

Popped over twenty, looks like he can get

thought he had

sending him for shooting lessons? Best to start young. Not for competitions, but I heard it really helps with college applications later. Mufron unis look most

really, I'll ask about it

the side chatter but

could I get a little stool for the child to

obligingly.

small plastic

and Anderson stepped on it, putting him at just the right height to shoot with his arms supported on the counter. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ

helped Anderson adjust

Remember, aim thirty five degrees

Anderson earnestly started aiming. "I'll definitely win the top prize

started gossiping again. "Look at

a young age. And the parents don't stop it. Getting

Speaking of education, you're the expert. Raised two kids into top unis. Everyone

own efforts. I just

at the

had never seen true genius - that

the side

focused for a second, firmly pulled the trigger - "Bang bang!" -