"Do you have a photo of Jimmie?" Ebony Fox asked.


    "Yes." Her subordinate immediately opened his phone, typed "Jimmie" into the search bar, and a flood of photos appeared online.


    Jimmie and Juniper didn''t share the same eyes, but their mouths and expressions were very simr. So they were biological siblings? If that was the case, all she had to do was contact Jimmie to find out if Juniper was her sister.


    "Do you have Jimmie''s private contact information?" Ebony Fox asked again.


    "Huh?" Her subordinate thought he had misheard. "Whose private contact info did you say you wanted?"


    "Jimmie. Is there a problem?" Ebony Fox''s gaze turned icy, her delicate features showing a hint of impatience. She had spent most of her life in the Amazon rainforest, often cut off from the inte. She didn''t know a single celebrity from Orient Country, let alone one from anywhere else.


    "Ma''am, neither the paparazzi nor the stalkers have ever managed to get Jimmie''s private contact info. How would I possibly know it?!" her subordinate said with a shrug, his expression one of utter helplessness. He recalled that a crazed fan had once offered a five-million-dor reward for it, to no avail. That''s how hard it was to get.


    After hearing his exnation, Ebony Fox didn''t press the issue. "Can you arrange a meeting with him?" she asked.


    Her subordinate stared at her, speechless. After a long pause, he managed to choke out, “Jimmie''s appearance fee is exorbitant. We''re talking tens of millions."


    "Tens of millions? Fine," Ebony Fox said without a moment''s hesitation. She took a card from her purse and pushed it across the table. “Book him for me."


    Her subordinate nced at the bank card, then back at Ebony Fox, confirming she wasn''t joking. “Um..." He rubbed his nose and leaned in, asking cautiously, "Are you a fan of his?"


    Tens of millions, just like that. She was the ultimate superfan!


    Ebony Fox shot him a look so cold it could freeze hell over.


    "I''ll see what I can do," her subordinate said, quickly grabbing the card and scurrying away before he could say anything else stupid.


    The office fell silent. Ebony Fox


    picked up her binocrs again and scanned the crowd for Juniper. There she was, sitting in the back row with her head bowed, clearly dozing off. Even the way she slept looked a little like her sister. Was it just her imagination again?


    On the field, the shooting targets were in ce. Fortypanies meant forty participants. Thepetition would have three


    rounds. The first round would


    eliminate the bottom twenty The second would eliminate the bottom ten. The final round would determine the top three from the remaining ten contestants.


    Ynda had drawn number 31, a decent spot that gave her more time to prepare.


    Each person got three shots per round. The sum of the three scores would be their total for the first round.


    Soon, the first student stepped up. He raised his rifle and aimed at the center of the target. A loud bang echoed, but the target remained untouched.


    His instructor stared, ck-jawed. The observers were rooted to the spot in dumbfounded silence.


    He took his second and third shots.


    It was clear he was a novice. His


    total score for all three shots was 2 points. He had missed twice, and on the third shot his hand had


    trembled, luckily


    hitting the


    two-point ring.


    “Pfft—” Ynda couldn''t help butugh. He called that shooting? What a joke.


    As the next contestants took their turns, the tenth one started a new trend. Scores of 20, 18..... someone even hit a perfect ten.


    Soon, it was contestant number 25''s turn. This student was obviously experienced. He fired three shots in quick session: 8, 7, and 9 points.