The Real Daughter Came Back to Chill and Kill novel Chapter 99

The caretaker quietly entered the garden, carrying a tray. She placed a glass of plain water next to Xavier and a cup of fruit tea beside Scarlett before retreating silently.

Xavier lazily leaned against the back of a lounge chair, his long lashes casting a shadow over his eyes as he gazed intently at Scarlett. His slender fingers absently tapped on the armrest, and a hint of a fond smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

Scarlett was so engrossed in the book that she lost track of time. Eventually, she reclined on the rocking chair, holding the book above her head, completely absorbed in it.

More than half an hour passed before Xavier quietly left the garden without her noticing. When she finally realized it, several hours had already gone by. The caretaker called out to her, reminding her it was time for dinner.

Scarlett excitedly asked Xavier at the dining table, "Mr. Stroud, may I try shooting later?"

She had read most of the book and felt confident enough to try it.

Xavier gave a slight nod, his voice low and calm. "I'll teach you after dinner."

Scarlett, brimming with excitement, ate her dinner quickly.

Xavier, who usually took his time with meals, sped up as well, indulging her enthusiasm. Soon, the two of them moved to another room.

They opened the door to the shooting range, and the walls were lined with various types of firearms. In the center of the room, a large table was covered with a variety of scattered equipment.

Scarlett's eyes widened in awe as she took in the sight.

"What would you like to start with?" Xavier asked, casually picking up a small handgun and turning it over in his hands like it was second nature.

Scarlett's gaze swept over the weapons: submachine guns, rifles, sniper rifles, handguns... She wanted to learn them all.

But in the end, she chose the small handgun. She picked one up, testing its weight in her hands. It was solid, and she could tell instantly that it was a real firearm.

Xavier walked over to the corner where the safe was, took out a box of small-caliber bullets, and selected a suppressor from the table before heading toward the shooting range.