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 truston 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. "Con, 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.

Freya didn't so much as glance at him. Calm as ever, she lifted her weapon and took aim.

A shot rang out.

Mack snapped 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 first- timers pulled off here.

And yet, the moment he caught sight of the target, he froze.

He lowered the binoculars, rubbed his eyes, then raised them again-but the result hadn't changed: another.

bull's-eye.

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

hundred meters away with a practically outdated rifle?

"No way!"

"Who is she? Is she really that good?"

"| can't even get close to a bull's-eye at three hundred..."

A ripple of murmurs broke out among the staff members nearby. All eyes shifted to Freya with admiration.

Kristian paused. He took the binoculars from Mack and looked for himself. When the bull's-eye cinto view,

This mind went blank for a moment.

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

seemed.

"Ms. Briggs," Mack said, his tone different now-less playful, more sincere, "have you ever considered joining the

military? My dad could pull sstrings, get you a recommendation letter."

Before Freya could answer, Kristian grabbed Mack by the collar and tugged him back. "She's not interested. Drop

it."

"But she's got rare talent-"

"One more word and I'll have Damon haul you off for a little... correction."

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

Freya remained still.

She wasn't born with the gift. Her skill cfrom relentless practice-thousands of rounds, hours upon hours

at the range.

Kristian's gaze darkened. Pulling Mack aside, his eyes settled on Freya like a storm waiting to break. "When did

you get this good?"

"I'm not obliged to answer that," Freya replied bluntly.

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The more guarded she was, the more intrigued he became.

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

Kristian blinked in surprise.

Mack leaned in, eager to hear what cnext.

"What about shooting in the rain? Or fog?" Freya suggested without a shred of hesitation.

Kristian's brows drew together in a frown.

Under ideal conditions, he could aim and hit with confidence. However, when wind, rain, or low visibility came

into play, the situation changed drastically, and he couldn't guarantee success.

Freya, on the other hand, looked completely sure of herself.

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

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

Freya didn't press. He had the right to call it off.

With no more reason to linger, she turned to go. She'd already spent half the day away from her work.

"I'm heading out," she said, returning the equipment. Before leaving, she glanced back at Kristian. "I hope you

haven't forgotten your promise."

Kristian's lips pressed into a thin line.

Of course he hadn't. She was reminding him not to cknocking until he completed the first two challenges.

"I'll give you a ride," he offered, voice as cool as ever. "You won't find a cab easily out here."

"Leaving already?" Mack tried to stop them, eyes lighting up. "Con, since you're here, let's share a meal. It's

tradition-any first-timer who hits a bull's-eye at 300 meters gets a free lunch."

The staff members nearby looked at him, baffled. Since when was that a thing?

Mack turned to them. "Isn't that right, fellas?"

"Absolutely!"

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"No doubt about it."

"Please, both of you."

They chimed in enthusiastically, making it up as they went along.

Freya knew they were bluffing, but with so many eyes on her, declining outright would be awkward.

Besides, Mack's family stood tall for a century in Alerith. The family patriarch had served in the military. One of

his sons took to business, and the other joined the military.

Mack's father was the soldier.

The one Kristian had name-dropped earlie-Damon-was the businessman's son.

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To avoid giving Melvin cause for concern, Freya shot him a quick message with the location.

Half an hour later, Mack had everything ready.

The table was overflowing with food, and he even uncorked a fine bottle of wine.

His goal was simple-get Kristian drunk and pry something out of him.

"Freya, is it alright if | call you by your first name?" Mack asked sincerely.

He really liked Freya. In his eyes, she had a great personality, a sharp look, and

skills that would put most shooters to shame.

He had always admired women like that.

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