"If that''s the best you''ve got, Mr. Rogers, then I''m truly worried for the future of the Rogers family."


    "Such arrogance," Oscar sneered. "Don''t think you''re invincible just because you took down a man like George. The evidence Queena had is in your hands now, isn''t it? And yet, you haven''t dared to do a thing."


    With that, Oscar raised his pistol and fired a rapid session of shots.


    His aim was decent; not a single shot missed the target.


    He opened the chamber and began reloading. "The money you''ve earned since your debut, you''ve donated most of it to charity. But has anyone ever thanked you? You kindly sponsored that young boy, and his parents turned around and used you of abuse. Isn''t itughable?


    "Take my advice, Ms. Jones. Stop acting like you''re some kind of savior. You might just get yourself killed trying to save others."


    While Oscar was speaking, Yvonne had also raised her pistol.


    She stared straight ahead, firing off a series of shots-bang, bang, bang, bang.


    When she finished, a mechanical voice announced her score: ten shots, ten bullseyes.


    Stunned, Oscar turned to look at her.


    And then he saw Yvonne''s pistol shift its aim, pointing directly at his head.


    "Careful, Ms. Jones. You wouldn''t want a misfire," Oscar said, his voice dropping a few degrees, though he managed to keep hisposure.


    Yvonne didn''t speak, her hand holding the gun perfectly still.


    She thought of the bruises covering little Hans'' body. Although his mother was the one who had struck him, Oscar was the mastermind behind it all.


    He was ruthless, willing to sacrifice even a young child to achieve his goals.


    Oscar was a monster in human skin.


    "Yvonne,


    anally don''t understand.


    ???


    What do you gain by going against the family? !


    or


    power you want, we can


    Oscar continued when Yvonne didn''t move.


    "It''s about doing what''s right. For justice. But I suppose a man like you, Mr. Rogers,


    will never understand that."


    As she finished speaking, Yvonne


    kept


    xed on Oscar but


    from his


    arm redirecting the go


    head back to the target.


    A few more shots rang out, and the electronic voice announced the score once again. Bullseye, bullseye, bullseye.


    Even shooting without looking, she hit the bullseye every time. Top of her ss at the police academy wasn''t just an empty title.


    Her gun was now empty. She reached up and removed her protective goggles.


    "Nice shooting," Thomas said with a smile as he walked over.


    Ynda came over as well. Noticing Oscar''s grim expression, she tugged on his arm. "What''s wrong?"


    "Nothing," Oscar replied, putting down his gun and stering his usual smile back on his face. He added his own praise, had no ide Ms. Jones was such a good shot. It''s a shame you didn''t be a police officer."


    "It''s gettingte. I''ve had the staff prepare lunch. Would you and Ynda care to join us, Mr. Rogers?" Thomas asked politely.


    "We''d love to," Ynda agreed.


    The group left the shooting range, only to find Bet waiting for them at the entrance.


    Outside vehicles were forbidden from entering the estate grounds. Even Thomas and Oscar had to park in the lot by the main gate.


    Only Bet, the heir, could drive his car in so brazenly.


    His car was parked under the shade of a tree, his tall frame leaning casually against


    the door.