The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1797

When the topic of shooting came up, the Elder breathed a small sigh of relief. "True enough," he said. After all, the shooting test was pretty much custom-made for Penelope. Her talent was so impressive that even the military had once tried to recruit her. So, there was no reason to worry there.

Up on stage, Penelope found herself being pushed back by Mirabella's relentless attacks. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, but she forced it down. Seeing Mirabella across from her, calm and unruffled, Penelope couldn't help but recall Nick's earlier plea for her to go easy.

"Voluntarily surrendering? What a joke," she thought, her expression icy as she struggled to believe how Nick, once so quiet and reserved, could turn so shameless.

"You and your sister really know how to put on a show," Penelope remarked coldly.

"Just doing my part," Mirabella replied with a nod, determined to end things quickly. She didn't give Penelope a moment to breathe, pushing until Penelope's technique crumbled completely.

"Sorry, you lost," Mirabella declared.

Penelope glanced down, her eyes narrowing as she realized her right foot had crossed the line. For a moment, she seemed stunned. When she looked up again, Mirabella was already turning away, stepping gracefully off the stage. Her cool, elegant demeanor drew every eye in the room.

Clearly, this first show of strength had put Mirabella firmly on the Davis family's radar. Penelope dropped her gaze, hiding her emotions, and quietly left the stage. Back in her seat, she sat silent and expressionless, creating an atmosphere so thick that no one dared to speak to her.

Meanwhile, as soon as Mirabella stepped down, she caught a 'look' from her brother. Mirabella just sighed internally. Sometimes being too good at something wasn't always a blessing.

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