The Billionaire Heir's Secret Disguised Queen

Chapter 3

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rying to find a comforting w

rhythmic click of custom riding b

skin-tight, designer shooting vest that cost more than Juliette

immediately. A bright, practiced

tte standing next to him in baggy car

s smil

pinching her nose. "Ugh. Why does it

her pant leg. She shrugged, her mind alread

r voice dripping with honey. "Adria

arm against his, making sure

a smooth half-step backward, putting distan

ion. She spun around, aiming her

ette up and down with pure disgust. "The

rubbed her forehead. "I'm just he

de Blair's eyes flas

ease. Ag-majors like you don't even know how to h

, highly entertained. "Actually, Bla

her case and snapped it open. She pulled out a heavily modifi

nged, glaring at Juliette. "A ten-meter

t the sleek black

a cheering crowd roared in her ears. She shook her

had started to gather. "Look at the dirt-girl. Too scared

ckered. The judgmental stares

e nausea down. She met Blair's eyes, her own

with possessiveness. "If I win, you leave this cl

childishness of it all was e

quickly, desperate to keep her au

pped dead in

ntrolled the largest agricultural fe

I win, you deliver a pallet of premium experimental fe

he bizarre request. Then she threw her he

"A match needs a real prize. The

The winner gets an exclusiv

Everyone knew the physics god never dated.

ike a poker chip made her skin crawl. She op

chuckle inte

bay. Adrian leaned against the counte

over her earlier-the distinct, asymmetrical calluses on her right hand, the unconscious way she ha

said, his voice

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The Billionaire Heir's Secret Disguised Queen

Temple Madison Romance

“Juliette was an agriculture major desperately trying to get top-tier CRISPR potato data from Adrian Castillo, the untouchable physics genius and wealthy heir. But to get it, she was dragged to a high-end shooting club, where Adrian suddenly lost all his legendary motor skills, shooting zeroes and acting like a helpless nerd. His clumsy act made Juliette a target. Blair, a wealthy heiress, cornered her, mocking her mud-stained cargo pants and calling her a pathetic dirt-girl. "If you lose, you leave this club and never speak to Adrian again." Blair challenged her to a professional air pistol match. The crowd of elites laughed, waiting for the farm girl to humiliate herself. Even worse, Adrian just stood behind her, pretending to be terrified of Blair and whispering that his sinuses would swell shut if Juliette didn't save him. The mockery and judgment felt suffocating. Everyone thought she was just a desperate fangirl who didn't even know how to hold a gun. But they didn't know the dark trauma she had buried years ago. And she didn't understand why Adrian, a man who could supposedly shoot a coin at eight hundred meters in a sandstorm, was deliberately playing weak to push her to the firing line. What was his sick endgame? To secure her experimental fertilizer, Juliette finally stopped hiding. She picked up the competition pistol, locked her perfect stance, and fired ten flawless shots. 108.5. Total, undeniable annihilation.”