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Bonnie Maxwellâs eyes widened as she stared at Daisy Zane, her entire body petrified, stunned, unable to believe what she was seeing.
How did she do it? How is this possible? How could this be possible?
Daisy Zane disregarded her thoughts and handed the gun over to her.
Instinctively catching the gun, Bonnie Maxwell gazed at it for a while before spinning the cylinder open.
Just before spinning it open, she was confident that there was no bullet inside, but as soon as she opened it, there it was.
And if she fired again, this bullet could be shot out.
Kevin Clarkâs eyes were on Daisy Zane all along. The sight of the bullet caught in his peripheral vision, startled him.
She pulled the trigger so decisively, he had thought that there might not be a bullet in there at all.
Butâ¦
Seeing Bonnie Maxwellâs reaction, James Collins chuckled, âDid you think my sister would cheat? Let me tell you, when youâve got the skills, you donât need cheap tricks.â
âHow is this possible?â George Maxwell reacted, staring at the gun in disbelief.
âWhy is it impossible?â James Collins folded his arms, speaking on behalf of his sister as if he were her spokesperson, âJust because you canât do it, doesnât mean my sister canât. Her ability is so strong, it will make you kneel and scream âdaddy.ââ
The others gradually came to their senses, looking at Daisy Zane.
The admiration, even submission, was evident in their eyes.
This was more than just predicting the bulletâs location; sheâd directly turned the bullet to a specific position and then slid it back into the gun.
And she didnât hesitate when she pulled the trigger.
This was 100% confidence, precise knowledge that she would not make a single mistake.
Apart from Kevin Clark, no one else there dared to say they have this skill. Nor did they possess the guts to hold a gun to their own head.
âMiss Maxwell, itâs your turn,â Daisy Zane said, looking directly at her, hands in her pockets.
Bonnie Maxwellâs eyes slowly moved up to Daisy Zaneâs face, stupefied as she observed the mocking expression on her beautiful face.
âWhatâs the matter? Not so brave now?â James Collins turned his mockery up to the max, âJust a moment ago, didnât you act invincible, filled with a vainglorious sense of self-importance and arrogance? Now youâre scared?â Bonnie Maxwellâs face turned red, at a loss for words.
âIf youâre scared to play, thereâs no problem. Just admit defeat,â James Collins continued, âWhat were you saying before? Oh, calling yourself a wimp, a coward, admitting that youâre not as good as my sister. Well, go ahead and admit it.â
âYou canât go too far!â George Maxwell protested.
âThis competition was your suggestion and the terms were set by you,â rebutted Allonzo Hobson, âThe method of play was also agreed upon by you. Now that youâre losing, youâre blaming others for being unfair. Whatâs the matter? You think your family should have all the perks in this world?â
âIf we really wanted to bully you, do you think youâd be able to talk now or even breathe?â Hugo Clark commented casually.
George Maxwell immediately shut up.
All eyes turned back to Bonnie Maxwell. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Looking at the gun in her hand and the derisive faces around her, especially Daisy Zaneâs contemptuous sneer and Kevin Clarkâs indifference, Bonnie felt cornered.
Right now, she was in the line of fire and didnât have the power to fight back or a way out of her predicament.
But to openly admit that she was inferior to Daisy Zane, she would rather die.
Therefore, under the watchful eyes of everyone, she glared viciously at Daisy
Zane. Then she tossed aside the gun Daisy Zane used and picked up a new one.
Blindfolding herself again, she spun the cylinder open, loaded the bullet, and spun the cylinder.
This time, the noise of the spinning cylinder was as if a mute button had been hit. All faces watching the revolver were expressionless.
After spinning it and a little while later, Bonnie Maxwell manually stopped the cylinder. Then she checked the location of the bullet, and spun once again.
It was clear to everyone; Bonnie Maxwell was nervous.
Not simply from her pursed lips, but also from her ragged breaths.
Finally, the cylinder was slid back in and the hammer pulled back. When Bonnie placed the gun against her temple, her hand was slightly trembling.
âSisâ¦â George Maxwell took a step forward, swallowing nervously.
Bonnie Maxwell didnât pay him any heed and placed her hand on the trigger, pulling it twice.
âClick, click.â After two rounds, she stopped.
After waiting for a while, seeing that she didnât move, James asked, âWhat happened? Is it stuck?â
Bonnie Maxwellâs lips quivered, yet she still remained motionless.
Based on her judgement, the bullet was either in the third or the fourth chamber.
She simply couldnât juggle the bullet to put it last, she could only determine its approximate position.
That too, was an approximate guess.
She knew she was too nervous, too aggressive. Her judgement wasnât accurate due to psychological interference.
She couldnât bet her life on this.
So, after pausing for a while, Bonnie moved the gun away and pointed it towards the shooting range.
Seeing her move, Daisy Zane raised her brow.
And just as expected, the next shot was blank.
With a click, the world seemed to quiet down.
Bonnie suddenly took off her blindfold, looking at the gun with a mixture of shock, embarrassment, and anger in her eyes.
James, unceremoniously, burst out laughing.
Daisy Zane also chuckled and said lightly, âI bet the next shot is also blank.â
Bonnie glared at her, her eyes filled with spite, âThatâs impossible.â
Daisy Zaneâs cell phone buzzed twice, she took it out and glanced at it whilst replying to a message, âIf the next shot isnât blank, you win.â
âI donât need that.â Bonnie said, and fired.
Her eyes even prepared to blink in anticipation. But⦠there was no bullet.
âHaââ Xavier couldnât help but laugh.
âOh my god, I canât- -â James bent over laughing, âSweet lady, are you here to amuse me today? Youâre going to kill me with laughter. You sounded so confident.â
Bonnie looked at the gun in her hand, she couldnât have made a mistake, it was impossible. She fired again, this time it did go off.
Anticipating her action, Daisy and Arthur shielded Charlesâ ears. Their hands crashed together. Daisy noticed that Arthurâs hand was unusually cold.
It was rare for Arthurâs hands to be cold.
The two exchanged a look, no need for words, each covering one of Charlesâ ears.
The echo from the shot rang in Bonnieâs ears. It felt like the bullet had hit her face instead of the shooting range.
Her pride of over the years was trampled underfoot today, and in front of so many people at that.
By afternoon, the whole military district would know. Theyâd say she was inferior, that she was nothing.
Her face felt like it was on fire, as if it had been slapped hard.
But she would never bow down to a damn girl, she was Miss Maxwell, born noble. She would never lower her head to a damn girl.
Even if she lost, she would lose with dignity. So she straightened her back and said to Daisy, âI lost.â
Daisy fixed her gaze on her, took her hand from Charlesâ ear and it was immediately held by Arthur, âWe all saw it.â
James quickly added, âNot only did you lose, you lost terribly.â
Bonnie didnât bother with him, she took a deep breath, âSay it, what do you want?â
Her tone was like she was bestowing charity.
James clicked his tongue lightly, if this was not the place, he would have long torn the mouths of these two siblings.
Daisy gave her a look, then turned to George Maxwell, and whispered, âTell him to apologize.â
âApologize for what?â Bonnie frowned.
âApologize to Michael Jackson and Juan Wright..â