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    Mack sighed, patting Kristian on the shoulder. “Come on, 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 thispetition.


    “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 possible. “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 soposed 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 binocrs 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.


    But this time, he’d nailed the center with surgical precision. Was the heat ofpetition really pushing him this far?


    Kristian returned the gun and looked at Freya, waiting for her reaction. Freya didn’t so much as nce at him. Calm as ever, she lifted her weapon and took aim.


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    A shot rang out.


    Mack snapped the binocrs 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 binocrs, 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 And shoot it from three hundred meters away with a practically outdated rifle? “No way!”


    “Who is she? Is she really that good?”


    “I 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 binocrs from Mack and looked for himself. When the bull’s-eye came into view, his mind went nk for a moment.


    He had pushed himself to the limit tond that perfect shot, and yet Freya had matched him—effortlessly, it seemed.


    “Ms. Briggs,” Mack said, his tone different now—less yful, more sincere. “Have you ever considered joining the military? My dad could pull some strings, get you a rmendation letter.”


    Before Freya could answer, Kristian grabbed Mack by the cor and tugged him back. “She’s not interested. Drop it.”


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