Hope It's Not Too Late to Love novel Chapter 558

Chapter 562

Vania stood up grimly like she was about to march onto the battlefield.

"Relax, Vania. You've got this," Bryan said encouragingly.

She nodded imperceptibly and said, "I will. Thanks."

Yvonne's smile grew wider when she saw the look on Vania's face. Trying to gain sympathy now, huh? You were the one who took on the bet so willingly just now. To add insult to injury, Yvonne called out while Vania was taking her aim at the target, "Come on, Miss Greyson. We don't have all day."

She could tell from Vania's posture that the shot would miss.

Just as everyone was beginning to lose faith in Vania's skills, a mechanical voice sounded, "Ten-ring."

What? Everyone looked up in unison when they heard this, and they were all bewildered. Ten-ring? Who got it? Vania? That's impossible.

Yvonne was just as startled as she looked around to see who had sneaked into their team and scored the ten-ring.

Much to their surprise, they saw Vania standing there at the shooting point, her face blank as she asked, "Is the machine broken? Did I really just hit a ten-ring?" Her disbelief was evident on her face.

"What?!" Yvonne rose to her feet immediately. No, the machine must be broken. There's no way Vania could have scored a ten-ring otherwise! At once, she turned to the attendant and said, "Go and check if there's something wrong with the machine!"

Hanson aside, no one else could believe what Vania had accomplished.

Presently, she sat there innocently while she sipped on her juice, looking unfazed.

The attendant returned after checking on the machinery and informed them, "Ladies and gentlemen, there's nothing wrong with the machinery whatsoever." Then, he addressed Vania with an earnest smile, "Your skills are commendable, miss. That ten-ring is remarkable."

Upon hearing this, Yvonne scowled. What's with Vania's sudden good luck? But that doesn't matter; there are still nine more shots left. Let's see if she'll be so lucky then.

"So, I really did get it after all?" Vania beamed. She cupped Hanson's face and praised wholeheartedly, "Must have been those awesome lessons you gave me, darling!"

"You're a fast learner, darling," Hanson modestly returned the compliment. He couldn't take all the credit when he knew Vania's skills had less to do with him and more with her innate talent.

Bryan grinned as well. "Man. Vania, who would've thought you'd be so lucky? I played a role in this too, didn't I?"

Vania nodded. "Of course you did."

Happy to have been acknowledged by her, Bryan began to grow fond of her.

Meanwhile, April chimed in cheerily, "Hey, Vania, I think you'll get a lucky streak going at this rate. You'll be today's winner for sure."

Yvonne had half the mind to march up to him and stuff his mouth. Seething with rage, she glowered at him and thought, Why don't you just shut up?

Roseanne was nodding along and praising Vania's show of gunmanship, then sounded her wish to see more of it.

"Okay, let's move on to the next round," Yvonne interjected loudly, agitated by the compliments everyone was heaping onto Vania. She then hoisted up her gun and took aim, appearing more cautious than the last time.

She fired the shot and scored a ten-ring as well.

"Wow, Yvonne. Great shot!" Bryan cheered. He was one to give credit where it was due, and besides, he had nothing personal against Yvonne.

Nonetheless, she ignored him and turned to smile smugly at Vania. "Your turn." She would like to see just how Vania was going to outdo her this time.

Vania's movements were swifter this time. Her victory in the last round had given her an obvious boost in confidence, and she seemed more sure of herself than she had earlier.

Despite that, Yvonne still thought she was being extremely slow, and she heckled, "Luck isn't just something that comes by every round, you know. If you take that much time just to get a good aim at the target, you might as well just back out of the range!"

Even though she had already taken aim, Vania put down her gun when she heard Yvonne's taunting and warned, "Miss Kepler, bear in mind that I'm well within my rights to sue you for distracting me and affecting my performance while I'm in the middle of the competition."