Hope It's Not Too Late to Love novel Chapter 557

Chapter 561

Bryan was being so annoying today. He kept messing up all her plans.

"We've already made a deal so we can't change the competition. Don't you agree, Miss Greyson?"

Vania nodded. "Of course. I'm a woman of my word."

"Let's stick to our agreement then."

Don't come wailing and renegade on the bet when you lose.

"Sigh. Vania, you…" Bryan did not know why Vania was insisting on competing after such a poor showing.

"Don't worry, Bryan. I'll take you out for some fun once I win." Vania patted Bryan on the shoulder in reassurance so that he would have more faith in her.

She was beginning to like this young fellow more and more.

"Hah…" Yvonne snorted mockingly. Do you still think you can win? In your dreams.

Vania did not pay any attention to her snorting, but looked up at Hanson with a sweet smile. "5, 2, and 1. Are you happy?"

Hanson was taken aback to hear her question.

She hit the fifth, second, and first ring. 521 meant 'I love you'.

"Yes, I'm happy." Hanson's heart was beating a lot faster by now.

I'm happy too." Vania smiled like a sly fox. Hanson could not get enough of it.

If the others were not around them right now, Hanson would have pulled her into his arms for a kiss.

"Tsk, tsk…" When the other four men heard their exchange, their expressions turned a little sour.

How did a few shots at the shooting range turn into a display of love? Did they not understand it simply because they were single?

Yvonne's eyes darkened as well. It was just a coincidence, so why did she make it sound so moving? What a glib tongue.

She did not want to see them being all lovey-dovey anymore, so she interrupted them at once. "Since you're done with your practice, are you ready now, Miss Greyson?"

"I only get three chances to learn, so I have no choice but to be ready, even if I'm not," Vania said begrudgingly.

The more reluctant she was, the happier Yvonne felt. "Let's start then."

The faster they got on with it, the sooner she could run Vania out of here.

"Sure. Are we taking turns for each shot, or are we taking all of our shots at once?" Vania asked to clarify the rules of the competition.

"I don't mind going either way. You can go ahead and choose whatever suits you, Miss Greyson." Yvonne was confident that Vania would lose no matter what, so she decided to let her choose.

Vania's eyes flickered. "Alright. Let's take turns with each shot, how about it?"

When dealing with someone she disliked, she was fond of using these sorts of methods⁠—slow, prolonged bouts of agony before hitting the final nail in the coffin.

"Of course. I'll go first, Miss Greyson. You can take this as a demonstration."

Yvonne was cocky and wanted to win the competition very badly.

"That'd be great. I'd love to learn from you, Miss Greyson." Vania sat down on the resting seat nearby. She rubbed her chin with one hand while tapping away on the chair with the other.

She said she wanted to learn, but she did not even look at Yvonne. Hanson chuckled when he noticed this.

He was going to get a stomachache from how amusing she was.

True enough, Yvonne was well-trained. Her stance was professional and she fired away confidently.

The robotic voice announced, "Nine-point-ninth ring."

She was just a decimal point shy of hitting the bullseye. It was an excellent shot and Yvonne smiled smugly, but she still pretended to be demure and said humbly, "It's been so long since I last came to a shooting range. I'm so rusty."

"You did pretty well with this shot," Thomas expressed his approval.

He was the one who taught her, and she did not disappoint him at all.

Yvonne smiled as if she had just been announced the winner. She turned to Vania and said, "It's your turn now."