Chapter: 806

"Never mind, I'll go last."

A smile spread across Norah's lips. "You go first," she offered.

Upon seeing Kennedy's skeptical look, she added, “I worry my score might throw you off your game."

“Wow, you took the words right out of my mouth.”

He gave up insisting and prepared himself, putting on his earmuffs and goggles. "Alright, I'll start."

After his turn, the final tally was 96 points.

Amabel and Spencer complimented him. “Even after all these years, your aim is as sharp as ever!"

Kennedy had always been a dead shot, and he remained precise.

As Kennedy casually removed his gear, he teased, “It's a shame; scoring a hundred used to be easy for me, but now this is all I manage."

Before, he never missed the mark, whether in target practice or real -life battles.

"Norah, it's your turn."

Norah stepped forward, familiarizing herself with the firearm first.

Having used this pistol type before overseas, she found it effective in hitting targets within a fifty-meter range "Don't drag it out. Waiting won't give you a better shot."

Amabel glanced over and noticed Norah still examining the pistol in her hand. "Are you not able to shoot?" If you can't do it, maybe you should consider quitting. It's dangerous! Sean, does Miss Wilson know how to handle a gun?"

Sean gave her a quick look. "Be quiet."

Those two words, spoken casually, felt like a vice tightening around Amabel's throat, leaving her unable to speak.

Spencer leaned in and whispered, “Stop stirring things up. Can't you see Mr. Scott isn't pleased?"

Sean did appear displeased. He had intended for a leisurely afternoon with Norah, meeting Kennedy for some shooting, and then some peaceful moments together. However, Susanna's unexpected arrival and the sudden appearance of the Morris siblings had altered his plans entirely.

Amabel's constant nonsensical chatter was especially grating. Sean found himself wishing he could silence her and send her away.

He hadn't witnessed her being so loud back when they were at Nexa Tech.

Meanwhile, Norah stayed composed, methodically donned her gear, and aimed at the distant target.

After she fired ten rounds, Kennedy suddenly stood up, shouting excitedly, "100 points!"

Anyone who could hit the bullseye with every shot out of ten was truly a master of marksmanship! She was proving as good as him in his younger days.

Spencer and Amabel watched in disbelief, struggling to comprehend that Norah had scored a perfect 100 on the stationary targets.