She was determined to try, unwilling to simply concede defeat, and she didn't want to put him in a difficult position.
Sofia Hamilton shook off his hand and resolutely walked over to Claura Wood, "Let's compete then."
Claura Wood's mouth curled up, and inwardly she sneered: Let's have you lose convincingly.
The staff led both of them to the shooting range, and each entered a small, enclosed booth.
Claura Wood, full of confidence, said, "I'll go first."
She was so familiar with the place that she hardly needed the staff's reminder to easily set everything up.
With a bang, a bullseye!!
Sofia Hamilton's heart tightened a bit more.
She had to muster all her concentration, aiming at the constantly moving target ahead as the staff had instructed.
Unfortunately, a slight nervousness caused her hand to sway, and she missed the shot.
Seeing this, a mocking smile appeared at the corner of Claura Wood's mouth, and she sneered softly, "Really overestimating yourself."
