Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

Mr. Ashcroft had known Miranda for quite some time now. He was well aware that despite her youthful appearance, she was as sharp as a tack.

But honestly, if people didn't know her, they could easily be taken in by her innocent and pretty façade.

Timothy mused for a moment. "You're right, it's quite the tough decision for you. Don't worry, I'll handle it. I'll have a chat with Beck. Once everything's settled, I'll get back to you."

Miranda flashed a charming smile. "Thank you, Mr. Temple.”

Miranda's politeness eased the discontent Timothy had felt for her earlier nonchalant attitude. Perhaps she was just a young girl with not much life experience, overwhelmed by the situation, he assumed.noveldrama

After their chat, Timothy settled the payment for Miranda's company, as agreed. While doing so, Timothy started wondering if Mr. Ashcroft had been pulling his leg all along, suggesting that money would sway this girl.

Honestly, with her sweet nature, she'd probably be accommodating even without the cash. Yet, here he was, out of pocket by quite a bit.

Sure, he had a good amount saved with nowhere to spend it, but that didn't mean he didn't feel the pinch.

Miranda watched Timothy leave with a spring in her step. Who would've thought someone would just hand her cash like that?

A simple chat netted her tens of thousands. She wouldn't mind more opportunities like this. Mr. Temple was quite the gentleman, much better than Beck.

Shortly after Timothy left, the loudspeakers crackled to life with a lively tune, more intense this time. The shooting range on the other side seemed to be buzzing with activity.

After all, it was a rare event where the two top shots were squaring off with real ammo for the first time.

The rhythmic drumbeats alone were enough to send admiration their way. Some folks even stopped their own activities, just listening to the music, knowing it marked each successful shot.

Hannah removed her ear protection and glanced in the direction Timothy had gone. "Who was that?"

Miranda replied, "A cash cow."

Hannah blinked, "Huh?"

He didn't look like that. But Hannah never doubted Miranda's words. Not just that, if Miranda claimed him to be a reincarnated deity, Hannah would pray on the spot.

"Do cash cows always dress like that?" Hannah mused, still puzzled.

No wonder her sister was so good at making money; she had him delivering cash. Miranda felt amazed at Hannah's bewilderment but didn't bother explaining. Trying to explain might make Hannah seem even more clueless.

Meanwhile, the other side of the range was still buzzing with the sound of music from the loudspeakers.

Miranda made her way to the solitary sniper section. It was the only spot on the range designated for sniper rifles. Though it was usually empty, the guns were impeccably maintained.

In both her visits, Miranda hadn't seen anyone else use this area.

Sniper rifles were too specialized for the casual shooter, who solely came for a

thrill and a bit of showmanship. No one wanted to embarrass themselves on such a challenging setup.

Miranda approached, murmuring, "Ace sniper."

A grin appeared as her fingers danced over the control panel, triggering the automatic targets. ahead to shift. The ten lanes nearby reconfigured, with targets appearing randomly in any of them.

According to the sniper rules, she had ten seconds to fire-miss that window, and

it was a bust. As the lanes moved, it caught the attention of some bystanders.

The sniper setup was notorious for its difficulty and rarely touched, making it quite the spectacle when in action.

Miranda's fingers grazed the rifle with familiarity. She recalled how, in her past life; her family had tossed her into military training, where her precision was honed from years of practicing with throwing needles.

She was quickly snatched up by a commanding officer for sniper training.

When she left, that officer had quite the row with her family, vowing never to train another heir from them again, too tempted by talent he couldn't keep.

But after leaving, she hadn't touched a sniper rifle since.

Miranda donned the sniper goggles, stepping back with her right leg, head ducking down and shoulder moving slightly downwards, her

to a poised, balanced posnet

stance morphing from a wide split

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This scene played out on a monitor in front of Mr. Ashcroft. His eyes immediately

widened in disbelief, almost letting out a curse of astonishment.

It was common knowledge that each firearm had its own handling technique;

standard weapons had set stances to minimize recoil impact.

Yet Miranda's every move was textbook perfect! The wealthy spectators around the range audibly gasped.

"She's on!"

With the exclamation echoing in the air, all eyes turned to the moving targets.

With a crisp crack, a target on the third lane went down with a perfect headshot. And then another sound erupted, the second headshot!

Hannah had been wide-eyed from the moment Miranda approached the sniper station. Now, her jaw dropped in awe. Her sister was incredible.

It wasn't just Hannah. Anyone paying attention could only utter a stunned "holy cow." But Miranda had only fired two shots.