BookAmazoneChapter 92 That was nothing, she thought to herself, scrolling further up.
Whoa. What ndid Caius change to? "The Man Miranda called Brother" The younger generation of the Lancaster family were always known for their impeccable manners and upbringing, but they never idolized anyone so easily. They never even followed celebrities either.
But now, why were they all acting like this around Miranda? She glanced over at Miranda, who was calmly reading a medical book, then back at the lively group chat. "Hey, Mira, have you been up to something lately?" Miranda looked up, eyes clear and confused. "Huh?" Lavinia just waved her off with a grin. "Never mind, carry on." These young folks were getting harder and harder to understand.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn reality, Miranda's shooting skills at the gun range had spread beyond just the younger Lancaster generation.
There had been spectators that day, and most of them were from wealthy and influential circles. So, even the children of the elite had heard about the incident at the shooting range and knew that Miss Miranda Lancaster was a sharpshooter! Young men, full of bravado, started asking around for Miranda's contact information.
Swanted to learn from her, swanted to acknowledge her as a mentor. Others just wanted to meet this legendary figure.
And somehow, word spread to other shooting ranges too. Everyone knew about the young, beautiful sharpshooter at Zephra's range. An automatic pistol hitting moving targets with perfect accuracy! Naturally, Elian caught wind of it too. In fact, he had heard about it not long after Miranda left the shooting range.
And the source of this information? It was Sebastian who had someone pass it along to him.
It was hard not to suspect that Sebastian did it on purpose. He'd always said Sebastian was bad news, a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Elian quickly got hold of the surveillance footage from the shooting range. He sat in front of the screen, watching it over and over again.
It's a shhe hadn't been there to witness it in person.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSebastian knew exactly how to push his buttons, and that was why he made sure Elian heard about it. Elian felt a bit unsettled, but watching Miranda's moves in slow motion made his adrenaline spike. He squinted at the screen. That professional grip, her uncanny ability to predict movement. She must have had sserious training.
To achieve consecutive hits with that type of gun, accuracy usually suffered. But she hit every target, which meant she could predict each gun's recoil and adjust based on her feel for it.
Or, she just had an extraordinary touch, a natural-born talent, something one couldn't teach.
He suddenly thought of Miranda's deft needlework during acupunct Even when she did it right in front of him, sometimes he couldn't quite follow her movements.
"You've been watching this for two days straight. What expecting it to change Mr. Ashcroft walked over, eyes drawn to the massive screen. The image was frozen on Miranda, gun raised. Even he couldn't help but
admire her. "This girl is something else. Incredible. That kind of Om marksmanship is rare, even among elite forces." en Elian grinned. "So, do you think she might catch the attention of those elite forces?" Mr. Ashcroft paused, slightly taken aback.
"Wait, you mean?"
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