A Vow of Deception, A Vow of Revenge novel Chapter 221

Elvis’s expression instantly hardened, his eyes turning cold.

But Winona gently patted the back of his hand, signaling him to hold his tongue. She stood and offered Milo a polite smile. “Mr. Milo, I’d like to give it a try.”

“Of course, please,” Milo replied quickly, shooting a stern look at the two guests as a silent warning not to overstep. Not that they noticed—both were riding high, oblivious to Milo’s subtle rebuke.

One of them even had the nerve to laugh and say, “President Thorne, does a lady like you even know how to handle a gun?”

Winona’s tone was calm, almost bored. “A little.”

Elvis fixed the two men with a frosty glare, then got up and walked over to the shooting range. He picked up a pistol, expertly loaded the magazine, and handed it to Winona before stepping aside.

Winona took her place at the range, lifted the gun with steady hands, and—

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Three shots, one after another.

Milo’s jaw dropped. “Bullseye! All three, dead center!”

Winona had fired three times, and each shot had struck the exact center of the target.

“Incredible, President Thorne!” Milo applauded, and this time there was no flattery—just genuine admiration.

As for the two men who’d been showing off at the range before, their faces were cycling through shades of green and white.

This wasn’t your average shooting game; the level of difficulty was high. Hitting the bullseye with one lucky shot was possible, sure. But three in a row, all perfectly centered? That wasn’t luck. That was pure skill.

Moments ago, they’d been jeering that women were too timid or incompetent for shooting sports. Now, the sting of humiliation burned their cheeks. They gripped their glasses of whiskey, unable to bring themselves to look at Winona—let alone applaud.

Winona, still holding the pistol, turned and regarded them coolly.

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