Chapter 77 And, what illegal stuff was Miranda talking about? Face as stoic as ever, Alistair only added, "Think before you speak. Words carry responsibility." For a moment, Miranda's gaze was so intense that even Alistair felt a chill down his spine. Then she smirked callously, "Consider yourselves lucky I don't have the tto give you a piece of my mind right now." After that, she turned to Theo. "You guys were betting just now?" Theo gazed back at Miranda. "Yep, loser has to bark like a dog." Caius and Hannah exchanged glances. Caius uttered, "A bet's a bet. I'll do it." But Miranda stopped him. "Let's have another round, raise the stakes. Double or nothing." Theo stared at her, squinting. "What are you getting at?" Miranda clarified, "I've made myself clear. Another round. Double the stakes from before. If I lose, not only will I bark, but I'll make them joinand circle the field. If you lose, the three of you..." She scanned them. "Will circle the field shouting 'Caius is our dad'. So, how about it? You game?" Her words were laced with challenge.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTheir lively banter attracted the attention of the few club members and staff at the shooting range, who glanced over their way.
"Mira." Hannah tried to dissuade her. "Don't bet with them." Caius wasn't pleased either. "This isn't your business, stay out of it." But with the challenge laid out, Theo couldn't back down, and Arabella was the first to agree.
"Fine, you said it!" Arabella glared at Miranda. "No backing out!" Miranda replied, "If I back out, may my whole family be cursed." Suddenly, Alistair and the whole Lancaster crew were staring at her.
Alistair frowned, his eyes cold and sharp.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCaius and Hannah were speechless. Were they being dragged into this family curse thing too? "You?" Theo's eyes dripped with mockery. "Do you even know how to handle a gun?" Miranda tilted her head slightly. "You first." Theo picked up the automatic pistol, donned his safety glasses, and stepped up to the range. He squeezed off ten shots, hitting the target six times, with scores anging from five to nine.
en Not bad for an amateur, even though his skills were not top-notch, he was certainly better than a lot of folks. Arabella was smug. "Miranda, you can't even shoot, and you're betting. Regretting it now?" Theo looked pleased with himself, already tasting victory.
Miranda didn't even spare Arabella a glance. Instead, she looked at Alistair. "You." Just one word, but Alistair got the message. He instinctively picked up the automatic pistol.
"Hurry up, I don't have all day," Miranda urged coldly.
Alistair gave her a look before slowly approaching the range. He fired ten shots, hitting the target nine times, with two bullseyes.
"Wow, Alistair, you're amazing!" Arabella clapped excitedly.