Chapter 1153


    Presley Harper’s eyes were about to pop out as if he’d been hit where it hurt, and he looked like he


    wanted to swing a bat at Stanley.


    How annoying! Rodolfo’s grandson was all grown up now!


    But Stanley didn’t seem interested in continuing the conversation with Presley. He walked over to


    Chloe and said impatiently, “Are you not gonna y?”


    Chloe shook her head, “Nah, I don’t think guns are a girl’s thing.”


    Stanley’s mouth twitched violently. What an annoying woman! ying thedy now, are we?


    “Who said guns aren’t for girls?” Presley interjected, looking at Chloe coldly. “At least a woman


    should know how to protect herself! In an emergency, a woman shouldn’t be a burden to men, do


    you get it?”


    Chloe pursed her lips, “I get it?


    “Go give it a try!”


    “Grandpa.” Damon’s face fell.


    “What’s wrong? All I did was ask her to try the gun. Is that gonna hurt her?”


    “Damon, Grandpa’s right. If you have the chance, you should give it a try. Otherwise, if something


    unpredictable happens, she’s going to be a burden to others. She can’t even hold a gun steady to


    protect herself…” Wendy came out at this point, smiling lightly at Damon.


    “Wendy’s right! It’s for her own good!” Presley chimed in, “Wendy, you should try too, let’s see if


    your shooting skills have gotten rusty!”


    Wendy blushed slightly, “Grandpa, I’ve never been good at shooting, don’tugh at me if I’m not


    good.”


    “I won’tugh! Even if you’re not good, you’re better than other women!”


    Clearly, that was a jab at Chloe. Damon’s face was icy cold, while Chloe, standing next to him, held


    his hand tightly, a carefree smile on her face.


    Seeing her like this, Damon’s anger subsided a bit. He had agreed to her participating in the


    dangerous horse racing, and shooting seemed much safer inparison. She wouldn’t be stupid


    enough to hold the gun backwards and shoot herself, would she!


    However, Stanley was starting to get annoyed, “Hey, old man, why are you so dismissive of


    people?! She has finally managed to maintain adylike image, can’t you let her keep it?”


    Chloe’s mouth twitched slightly. At this point, she really wanted to punch Stanley!


    “How am I being dismissive? Let her try the gun first!” Presley clearly didn’t care. He waved his


    hand, signaling Wendy and Chloe to take their positions.


    Wendy nced at Chloe and smirked, picking up the handgun with both hands and firing three


    shots at the newly reced target.


    The first shot 8.3 points. The second and third shots seemed to have found their rhythm, scoring 8.6


    and 9.1 points respectively.


    When Wendy noticed that her shots were nearly hitting the middle of the target, she smiled lightly,


    set the gun down on the table, spun around, and grinned triumphantly at Chloe before turning to


    face Presley and apologizing, “I haven’t yed this game for a while, I’m a bit rusty.”


    Presley nodded repeatedly, saying, “Even now, you can hit close to the center, that’s pretty good.”


    Stanley sneered from the side, “She needed both hands to hit close to the center, and you think


    that’s good? Your standards are really low! Chloe, just randomly shoot a few… why are you copying


    her double–handed grip…”


    “Bang, bang, bang“, before Stanley could finish his sentence, Chloe mimicked Wendy’s double–


    handed grip and fired.


    Soon, the scores were announced over the loudspeaker


    The first shot, 8.8 points.


    The second shot, 7.7 points.


    The third shot, 6.6 points.


    Everyone was speechless. While others were improving, she was getting worse.


    When Wendy heard Chloe’s first shot score, she was sweating bullets. But when she heard thest


    two scores, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.


    6.6 points, that’s ridiculous.


    “Chloe, what are you doing?”


    She’s supposed to beat that woman!


    Nathan had somehow managed to stand next to Damon, and when he saw Chloe’s scores, he


    couldn’t help but mutter a curse under his breath.


    Damon narrowed his eyes, looking at Chloe, the corners of his mouth slowly curling into a smile.


    Royce’s indifferent expression changed slightly when he looked at Chloe, a spark of interest in his


    eyes. Robin’s smile faded a little when he looked at


    Chloe.


    Presley nced at Chloe and said, “You shot pretty well, at least you hit the target.”


    Chloe smiled faintly and left her position.


    Presley looked at Chloe again, still a bit suspicious.


    Chloe stood to the side, frowning slightly, shaking her hand.


    “What’s wrong?” Damon asked quietly.


    My hands numb from the recoil


    Hearing Chloe’s response, Presley couldn’t help butugh. He knew it, this must’ve been a


    coincidence.


    No wonder she got worse, her hand was numb from the recoil of the gun. And here he thought she


    had some special technique!


    Wendy gave Chloe a disdainful look. With such skills, what right did she have to be by Damon’s


    side?


    But what was Damon thinking, why was he so indulgent with this woman? Their intimacy made her


    heart ache with jealousy. She had just won the shootingpetition, and now she was even more


    eager to win again!


    “Chloe, shall we go horse racing now?”


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    Chloe looked at her, a cold smirk in her eyes, and responded with just one word, “Let’s.”


    “Horse racing?” Presley asked, frowning.


    Nathan looked at Wendy’s relentless attitude and snorted. “Wendy, you’ve been good at horse


    riding, shooting, and racing since you were a kid. Now you’repeting with someone who can’t do


    anything. Does winning make you happy?”


    Nathan’s words made Wendy’s face change slightly, but then she said, “Nathan, don’t y favorites


    man. I didn’t start this race, and I didn’t force her topete with me, and I didn’t make up those


    no–holds–barred rules…”


    Wendy’s voice sounded out of character, ke she was backed into a corner..


    Presley’s face turned grim, his voice even darker, “What the hell happened?”


    Nathan snorted, “Just a horse race, a race where only the result matters, not the journey!”


    Presley narrowed his eyes, looking at Chloe, his voice icy. “Was it you who proposed this race?”


    Chloe nodded, her expression calm. “Yes, it was my idea.”


    Presley fell silent, his brooding eyes locked on Chloe. “Making the same mistake once is enough.


    Don’t repeat it.”


    Chloe smiled, she knew he was referring to the p she received from Elsa in Hong Kong.


    “Of course the result matters.”


    But… the journey mattered even more.