The Billionaire Heir's Secret Disguised Queen

Chapter 4

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hung in

ent dead silent. Blair's

d you lose your hearing, Castillo? Yo

hed off the counter and wa

looked down, trapping her gaz

ets. "If we're playing," Adrian sai

citement. She took a step forward.

at Blair. His eyes remaine

learly, "gets me for three co

the crowd of girls. Blair's fac

a second head. Her eyebrows pulled together in

uth to reject the

. Three weekends. Full days.

ess to the greatest mind in the physic

re, manic excitement ignited in her ch

on hit her. The corner of his mouth curved in

and scoffed. She thought Juliette

d on a pair of custom pink earmuffs and signale

ced loudly. "Ten shots. Highest t

e line. She stared at the black

were sweating. The suffocating weight

the slight trem

rame between Juliette and the staring crowd. He crea

ell of her ear. "If you're scared, I can

tom lip hard, tasting copper. "No. I need t

wiggled her fingers mockingly at Ju

eep breath, settling into a rigid,

creen above the

d clappe

isp of smoke from the barr

stincts flared to life, overriding her panic. Her

consistency. The screen flashed numbers between 9.5 a

louder. Everyone agreed Juliett

nal shot. She locked her elbow, aim

blinked rap

triumph. Blair lowered her gun, so

d slammed her gun down. She point

anded. "Go embarrass yo

She took a shaky breath an

Adrian let out a h

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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.”