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    Due to the bruise on her shoulder, Katelyn opted for a smaller pistol for the remainder of the practice, though she still preferred the sniper rifle.


    She equipped herself with noise-canceling earmuffs and protective eyewear, dedicating the entire afternoon to target practice.<fne566> ??? ????? ???????s ??? ?????s??? ?? FindN0vel</fne566>


    The intense training was a true test of her physical capabilities and stamina.


    It was crucial for the gun sights to align perfectly with the target for the best uracy. Maintaining a steady grip was essential for consistent shooting.


    Vincent watched her closely, asionally stepping in to adjust her posture or correct her form.


    At first, Katelyn felt a bit self-conscious, but she quickly became absorbed in the excitement of firing.


    After a three-hour session, her shooting uracy had improved impressively—she hit the bull’s-eye with nine out of ten shots.


    It was no overstatement to say her uracy was on par with a prodigy.


    Vincent was impressed by Katelyn’s sharp, efficient movements. “You’re doing exceptionally well—better than I did when I first started. Had you begun firearms training a few years ago, you might not have been a designer but perhaps a sniper.”


    Flustered by the praise, Katelyn coughed lightly.


    She responded, “I just don’t want to be any burden to you. You wouldn’t have been injuredst time if I knew how to fire a gun.”


    She was still troubled by the memory of Vincent stepping in front of a bullet for her.


    Vincent, however, shook his head and gave her a serious look.


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    “I’ve said it before, let that go. It was my mistake to involve you.”


    “But if I hadn’t been there, you could have easily escaped.” The bullet had missed Vincent by merely an inch—a narrow escape.


    “It’s really nothing.”


    Just as Vincent finished speaking, a group of people burst into the shooting range.


    At the front was a man with striking blue hair. He looked young, and his rxed stance made him appear careless. The people following behind were clearly hisckeys.


    The man with blue hair, casually holding a gun, sauntered up to Katelyn. “I didn’t expect to meet such a beautiful woman here today.”


    Rond Bernard focused his attention on Katelyn, visibly struck by her beauty. She was far more captivating than any woman he had met before. Her grace andposure outshone the usual young models he mingled with.


    Suddenly, he felt that all his previous affairs had beenpletely meaningless.


    Hepletely ignored Vincent. As he spoke, he made a move to touch Katelyn’s shoulder.


    “You’re new to shooting? Let me show you how. I’m a pro with all kinds of guns.”


    Katelyn quickly stepped back, her expression one of undisguised disgust. “Don’t touch me.”


    It was clear to her that Rond was the kind of wealthy yboy she loathed—someone who reveled in his luxuries and thought himself irresistible.


    Rond, unfazed, let out a heartyugh. “Feisty. I like that.” He was ustomed to women who sought his attention, eager to be near him. But this one, so fiercely indifferent, was something new. He figured Katelyn might be ying hard to get to capture his interest. Regardless of her tactics, he was eager to engage.


    “I mean it. If you need help, just say the word. I’m well-connected here. Stick with me, and you’ll have free reign of this ce.”


    Katelyn looked at him with a mix of skepticism and disdain, debating whether he was serious or just in stupid. She scanned the room, seemingly in search of something. Rond, misunderstanding her intentions, eagerly moved closer with a fawning smile. “What are you looking for? Can I help?” He attempted to reach for her waist.


    Before his handnded, Katelyn swiftly countered with the butt of her gun.


    “I was wondering if there’s a mental hospital nearby. And how did they ever let you out?”


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