Chapter 257: Chapter 246: Slap in the Face (The previous chapter was modified)
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Bonnie Maxwellās 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 Clarkās 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.
Butā¦
Seeing Bonnie Maxwellās reaction, James Collins chuckled, āDid you think my sister would cheat? Let me tell you, when youāve got the skills, you donāt need cheap tricks.ā
āHow is this possible?ā George Maxwell reacted, staring at the gun in disbelief.
āWhy is it impossible?ā James Collins folded his arms, speaking on behalf of his sister as if he were her spokesperson, āJust because you canāt do it, doesnāt mean my sister canāt. Her ability is so strong, it will make you kneel and scream ādaddy.āā
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 bulletās location; sheād directly turned the bullet to a specific position and then slid it back into the gun.
And she didnāt 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.
āMiss Maxwell, itās your turn,ā Daisy Zane said, looking directly at her, hands in her pockets.
Bonnie Maxwellās eyes slowly moved up to Daisy Zaneās face, stupefied as she observed the mocking expression on her beautiful face.
āWhatās the matter? Not so brave now?ā James Collins turned his mockery up to the max, āJust a moment ago, didnāt you act invincible, filled with a vainglorious sense of self-importance and arrogance? Now youāre scared?ā Bonnie Maxwellās face turned red, at a loss for words.
āIf youāre scared to play, thereās no problem. Just admit defeat,ā James Collins continued, āWhat were you saying before? Oh, calling yourself a wimp, a coward, admitting that youāre not as good as my sister. Well, go ahead and admit it.ā
āYou canāt go too far!ā George Maxwell protested.
āThis competition was your suggestion and the terms were set by you,ā rebutted Allonzo Hobson, āThe method of play was also agreed upon by you. Now that youāre losing, youāre blaming others for being unfair. Whatās the matter? You think your family should have all the perks in this world?ā
āIf we really wanted to bully you, do you think youād be able to talk now or even breathe?ā Hugo Clark commented casually.
George Maxwell immediately shut up.
All eyes turned back to Bonnie Maxwell.
Looking at the gun in her hand and the derisive faces around her, especially Daisy Zaneās contemptuous sneer and Kevin Clarkās indifference, Bonnie felt cornered.
Right now, she was in the line of fire and didnāt 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.
āSisā¦ā George Maxwell took a step forward, swallowing nervously.
Bonnie Maxwell didnāt pay him any heed and placed her hand on the trigger, pulling it twice.
āClick, click.ā After two rounds, she stopped.
After waiting for a while, seeing that she didnāt move, James asked, āWhat happened? Is it stuck?ā
Bonnie Maxwellās lips quivered, yet she still remained motionless.
Based on her judgement, the bullet was either in the third or the fourth chamber.
She simply couldnāt 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 wasnāt accurate due to psychological interference.
She couldnāt 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, āI bet the next shot is also blank.ā
Bonnie glared at her, her eyes filled with spite, āThatās impossible.ā
Daisy Zaneās cell phone buzzed twice, she took it out and glanced at it whilst replying to a message, āIf the next shot isnāt blank, you win.ā
āI donāt need that.ā Bonnie said, and fired.
Her eyes even prepared to blink in anticipation. Butā¦ there was no bullet.
āHaāā Xavier couldnāt help but laugh.
āOh my god, I canāt- -ā James bent over laughing, āSweet lady, are you here to amuse me today? Youāre going to kill me with laughter. You sounded so confident.ā
Bonnie looked at the gun in her hand, she couldnāt have made a mistake, it was impossible. She fired again, this time it did go off.
Anticipating her action, Daisy and Arthur shielded Charlesā ears. Their hands crashed together. Daisy noticed that Arthurās hand was unusually cold.
It was rare for Arthurās hands to be cold.
The two exchanged a look, no need for words, each covering one of Charlesā ears.
The echo from the shot rang in Bonnieās 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. Theyād 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, āI lost.ā
Daisy fixed her gaze on her, took her hand from Charlesā ear and it was immediately held by Arthur, āWe all saw it.ā
James quickly added, āNot only did you lose, you lost terribly.ā
Bonnie didnāt bother with him, she took a deep breath, āSay it, what do you want?ā
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, āTell him to apologize.ā
āApologize for what?ā Bonnie frowned.
āApologize to Michael Jackson and Juan Wright..ā
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