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In addition to the noise-canceling earmuffs, Sean donned protective glasses and a specialized shooting uniform.
He stood with his legs slightly wider than shoulder-width apart, holding the pistol in his left hand, facing the
target. He pulled the trigger as the moving target glided gracefully from left to right.
A sharp crack echoed through the air, and a perfect round hole appeared in the bullseye of the target.
“Mr. Scott, your marksmanship remains razor-sharp. You've still got it.”
Applause rang out in the confined space, echoing off the walls. After removing his ear protection, Sean turned
towards the table and grabbed a water bottle to quench his thirst.
“Kennedy, you're too kind, but I’m just not on your level yet,” Sean replied humbly.
“You don’t need to use formalities with me. After all, I'm younger than you and still have a lot to learn. Just call
The person speaking to Sean was a man in his sixties, dressed in a dark suit. His gray beard and well-groomed
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇthair complemented the quiet confidence that emanated from his bearing. His intense, unspoken air spoke
volumes about his authority.
“Ha ha! Everyone in Glophia knows to respect you!” Kennedy Hayes boomed with a jovial laugh, his robust
laughter filling the room. “It’s been ages since we've seen you around here,” he added, his tone friendly and
inquisitive. “Are family matters keeping you occupied?”
The two men sat opposite each other, their faces hidden by the steam rising from the freshly served tea.
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“Ah, yes! Life has a way of keeping one on their toes,” Kennedy replied, his eyes twinkling with unspoken stories.
Sean's gaze lingered on the delicate cup, the tea leaves swirling and dancing in the hot water.
“It seems to me, my friend, that a man like you should consider finding a partner to share your life's journey,”
Kennedy said, leaning forward, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity.
“What's holding you back from taking that step? Lettell you, there are many benefits to marriage, beyond
the obvious companionship and affection. It's an opportunity to grow, learn, and develop in ways you never
imagined. Life is too short to waste on loneliness.”
Despite his formidable appearance, Kennedy proved to be quite the conversationalist. Sean, now taking on the
role of the listener, sipped his tea and allowed Kennedy's words to flow.
“I've heard all the gossip in Glophia, but | don’t trust a word of it because, well, rumors are just that—rumors. Tell
me, what's going on between you and that illegitimate daughter of the Wilson family?” Kennedy paused and cast
a gossiping glance at Sean.
He had basically watched Sean grow up and had taught him how to shoot. So he was quite straightforward with
his words.
“It’s difficult to see you often since you've taken over the family’s firm. So tell me, what's on your mind?”
“She is not an illegitimate daughter.”
The teacup clinked softly as Sean placed it gently on the table.
“The rumors about us are not rumors at all,” Sean clarified, his voice steady. “She’s my girlfriend now.”
Kennedy's jaw dropped in astonishment.
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“Oh my goodness! Sean, you're tellingthat you've taken up with a divorced woman?” he exclaimed, his
eyebrows raised in shock. “There are plenty of eligible women for a man like you. Why choose a divorced
woman?” Kennedy asked, his confusion and worry evident in his voice. “What sorcery has she cast over you?”
Phillip watched in fearful anticipation, dreading the eruption he knew could cat any moment.
“So what? | adore her! | don’t care who she is or what she’s done. I love her, and that’s all that matters to me.”
The recent tension between Sean and Norah seemed to fade away when he confessed his love for her.
Kennedy, with a grin, gave Sean a thumbs-up.
“Well said! Love wins. When are you bringing her here? Drinks, food, everything will be on the house!”
“And talking about shooting, I'm afraid she’d give you a run for your money.”
In Otland, he had seen for himself just how good she was. Her marksmanship skills were better than his and
possibly even better than Kennedy's.
As a master marksman, Kennedy couldn't resist the silent challenge in his mind to test his skills against the
young woman's.
“Hey, don’t underestimate me!” Kennedy retorted. “My skills were forged on the battlefield. How could I lose to a
young lady? | think you've forgotten just who you're talking to!”
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