The Billionaire Heir's Secret Disguised Queen

Chapter 7

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ight as a steel rod. She looked like a marbl

. People shifted uncomfortably, sensing t

She crossed her arms tighter. "Posing doesn't get you points,

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ly visible. Her eyes locked onto the micros

cold metal felt like an old friend. Years of muscle memor

he pistol echoed off

p to look at the electronic disp

bled wildly for a second

g red number ill

imum possible score, a sho

e. It was so quiet you could hear t

from his fingers and crashed onto the floor, spil

next to her and shook his arm. "Did

ared at the glowing 10.9. A slow, incredibly p

ntrolled exhale. The tight knot in her chest finally un

's face. She lunged toward the counter,

"That's impossible!

ntrol panel. He looked at Blair with a flat expression. "Se

ick. "It's a fluke! A lucky shot! She c

save her friend. "Wait! The referee never

oked at the two panicked girls a

e said, her voice light and completely unbothered. "I was jus

wd gasp

ew a perfect 10.9 just to feel th

grabbing a life preserver. "Exactly! Practice

d yelled, "Are you kidding me, Blai

chest heaving. "Rules are r

air a sore loser, the other half whisperin

. She turned around and l

ently asking if the fertil

e dark, filled with absolute indu

o words to he

un. With a fluid, lightning-fast motion, she ejected t

tly professional, it made the hair on

de was gone. Her eyes were filled with the

dropping to a freezing register.

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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.”