My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Benjamin looked at the targets and laughed satirically, “Mr. Jenkins, why did you make them move the targets farther away? If the distance is far, it is not easy to shoot.”

He paused, then made a face of sudden enlightenment and said, “But this way, the distance is far and even if the final score is low, it can still be considered excusable.”

Although he was saying that he understood, but his tone felt more like he had exposed Ernest’s dishonest intentions.

Facing Benjamin’s sarcastic targeting, Ernest pursed his thin lips, his expressions unchanged and his tone indifferent.

“Just wait and see.”

Simple words, neither denying nor opposing, but with a transcendent aura and confidence as if everything was under his control.

This kind of self-confidence made Benjamin feel very uncomfortable and uneasy.

For just a rich guy from City N, he couldn’t understand where Clarence’s confidence came from? And this kind of self-confidence and control made him couldn’t help but think of Ernest.

That tricky man once took away what originally belonged to him in such a high-spirited manner.

Benjamin gritted his teeth inwardly and said without a smile, “Okay. I will wait and see!”

There was the smell of gunpowder in the air.

Stanford watched Ernest holding his gun. His expressions changed slightly and he said, “If you want to hit the target from this distance, you will have to consider more factors. It is already very difficult. Even if you can hit up to the score of ninety, you will already be considered a very powerful person.”

Florence became even more worried. Even Stanford had said so, Ernest’s desire to get a good result was just baseless.

If his score was too bad, wasn’t Benjamin going to take it as an opportunity to ridicule and humiliate him?

However, Ernest had never been a reckless person, why did he suddenly do this?

Florence’s palms were nervously sweating.

Ernest’s expression was indifferent, and there was no nervousness at all.

He turned the pistol in his hand, feeling it to become familiar and turned his gaze to Florence not far away.

With a deep gaze, he said in a soft tone, “Look carefully, this is for you.”

What was for her?

Ernest’s slender fingers in a beautiful circle. Then he held it in his palm, loaded

action was neat and crisp, done in

“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”

and

resonant and catching everyone’s

looked at Ernest as if in shock, who was holding the gun calmly and gracefully, firing all of the

was shooting in a free range and didn’t care if he

frowned. Was this man completely crazy? Did

say something sarcastic immediately. However, at this moment, he was stunned to hear the mechanical

“Ten points.”

“Ten points.”

“Ten points.”

…

continuously. All ten

even suspected that maybe the machine

the machine and looked at it again and again and even confirmed with the referee who was checking the targets in the distance. Then he finally accepted the

at Ernest in shock and said in a shaky voice, “Congratulations Mr. Jenkins.

“Impossible!”

his

Clarence. He

a long distance but still accurately

referee said, “It has been confirmed again and again. It is indeed the score of one hundred

nine, but he got a full hundred. The difference between him and you is the difference

was even more ugly as if he had been slapped fiercely with

cheeks and made them hurt. He

both

be so good at marksmanship! No wonder he was confident and she was worried for nothing.

go of the tension in her heart and was about to congratulate Ernest, but she heard Phoebe’s

look quickly! The bull’s eyes on the targets that were hit

the bull’s eyes were shot, the disordered arrangement of the targets accentuated the visual

said to her ‘Watch carefully, it is

what was for her was a heart made by the shots in the

deliberately made