The shooting range was vast. 'Had he turned his entire estate into a training ground?' Seraphina Sterling wondered. From the outside, the residence looked antique and quaint, but the inside held a whole different world. If she wasn't actually living here, she would never have believed such places existed within it.
"My time is precious. I've already wasted an entire afternoon on you, so let's make this quick. Five bullets each. First one to hit the other wins." Terrence Grant tossed the gun to Seraphina Sterling.
'Live rounds?' Seraphina Sterling tested the feel of the gun. She'd never used live ammunition before! At that moment, she completely forgot the rules of the match—first to hit the other wins.
"Sir?" Hughes watched their actions in shock. 'These are live rounds! A single slip-up could be fatal! How is the master getting so reckless!'
