Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 512

Chapter 512:

Spencer quickly praised him, “How could that be?! You're still the best of us. We're no match for you.”

“Alright.” Kennedy rose to his feet and motioned toward the shooting range. “Letoutline the rules. We've got

ten stationary targets and ten moving ones. Each target is scored according to its rings, tallying up to a total of

200. The highest scorer takes the win.”

Everyone understood the rules and nodded.

“You'll find both pistols and rifles in the club. Pick your weapon.”

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Amabel suggested again, “To keep things fair, shouldn't we all use the stype of weapon? Otherwise, if every

type of gun varied in power, the meaningfulness of the competition results would be lessened.”

Susanna secretly rolled her eyes. She just realized Amabel was full of suggestions, almost as if she expected

everyone to obey her.

“Well, you make a good point. Ill pick for us then.” Kennedy walked over to the weapons area and selected a

Colt pistol.

“This pistol is suitable for both men and women. Alright, who wants to go first?”

The black pistol was compact and light.

Norah didn’t compete for the chance but observed what was happening. She looked over at the enthusiastic

Amabel. Since the moment Amabel laid eyes on Sean, she was bursting with excitement, itching to impress him.

She even sneakily shot a few jealous glances at Norah.

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Realizing that Amabel’s behavior might arise from unreciprocated feelings towards Sean, Norah felt less

bothered.

Under his sister's insistent gaze, Spencer stepped up. “I'll go first.”

The targets were set fifteen meters away. Spencer put on his goggles and noise-canceling earmuffs, took his

stance, adjusted his posture, and aimed the pistol with one hand. Gunshots echoed through the indoor shooting

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range, and soon, ten shots had been fired.

Kennedy asked someone to tally the scores. “67 points. Spencer, you need more practice on your shooting

skills.”

“Oh, yes.” Perhaps being the first to shoot made Spencer nervous, which could explain his score. Usually, he was

capable of hitting a bullseye now and then.

Amabel shook her head. She had expected Spencer to get better at shooting after so many visits to the club. But

what was this performance? She believed she might be a better shot than him. “And who's next?”

Kennedy indicated himself. “I'll go last, is that alright?”

Everyone agreed. “No problem.”