"It won't take long," Austin Shepherd, seeing Flossie Wright finally relent, immediately urged, "just think of it as fun."
He had only seen the target Flossie Wright had hit but had never really witnessed her shooting skills. No matter what, he still wanted to see how she fired her gun with his own eyes.
After all...
Rowdy Brightwill who was standing beside him had praised Flossie's skill numerous times. Even Drake Easton, who was more stubborn than Nathan Foster, had acknowledged Flossie's marksmanship.
"Go."
At that moment, a cold voice came from outside the door with a tone that brooked no argument.
Upon hearing the voice, the eyes in the kitchen almost all swept towards the door. It was Glenn, their strict and calm leader, who appeared in their sight. He stood straight, with his gaze steady and resolute.
Flossie Wright subtly reined in her languid expression, her gaze flickering unintentionally.
