hapter 322
Miranda couldn’t be bothered to respond to Carter, just gazing out the window instead.
Even though Zephra was also a major city, wealthy in its own right, it paled in comparison to the bustling vibrancy of Virell.
Virell was teeming with people from all over the globe, and it seemed like the security was a notch above as well.
Despite Miranda’s clear disinterest in a conversation with Carter, the latter’s mouth just kept running.
“Miranda, you live alone in that big house of yours?”
Without even lifting an eyelid, she muttered, “Yeah.”
“And your parents?”
Miranda replied, “Gone.”
Carter fell silent for a moment. “I’m sorry.”
Miranda uttered, “It’s fine.”
“What about other family? Like siblings or cousins?” Carter just couldn’t hide his curiosity towards Miranda.
“They’re gone too,” Miranda responded.
Carter was taken aback, realizing she might have it worse than he did.
“Your entire family’s dead, that must be tough,” he commented.
Miranda was at a loss for words, unsure if he was being naïve or just plain foolish.
“Blood relatives are gone, but the others are alive and kicking,” she added dryly.
Carter assumed she was just trying to hide her sadness. “Don’t be sad. Why not consider me family? Then you won’t be alone anymore,” he suggested boldly.
Miranda raised an eyebrow; she asked, “What, you want to be my son?”
Carter went silent. His face fell; did it have to be a son?
“Honestly, not having family can be a blessing. I’ve got loads of cousins, who are not in good terms, somethings even setting each other up, tsk, like some palace drama,” he grumbled.
This caught Miranda’s attention; she gave a quick glance at the rearview mirror, noticing the slight bitterness on his face as he made the remarks. Maybe the kid wasn’t entirely clueless.
As they drove past a shooting range, Miranda suddenly spoke up.
“Stop here.”
Carter hit the brakes. “What’s wrong?”
Miranda nodded towards the Iron Sight Club outside. “I’ll check it out.”
Before leaving Zephra, the manager of a local range had recommended the Iron Sight Club in Virell to her. She was told to make an appearance, and once recognized, she’d have free access in the future.
She hadn’t thought much of it until now, but with time to spare, she figured, why not?
“You know how to shoot?” Carter asked, surprised, as Miranda opened the car door. He swiftly pulled over, disembarked the car and caught up with her.
“Why are you following me?” she questioned, confused.
“I’ve got nowhere else to be anyway, so I’m tagging along,” he replied, sticking close like a shadow.
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Chapter 322
As they approached, Carter caught a whiff of a faint, pleasant scent on her, something herbal, he found it soothing as he sniffed.
Normally the club had a strict entry policy, requiring member identification. Miranda’s entry was seamless, thanks to the connections from Zephra and possibly some military nods, though she wasn’t sure of the details. Free access was good enough for her.
Carter, however, wasn’t on the list and had to sign up on the spot, excitedly joining her inside.
“I’ve got to say, this place is massive. I’ve driven by so many times but never stopped in,” Carter marveled, taking in the range. With his striking silver hair, he was drawing plenty of attention.
Miranda had heard from Hannah and Caius that clubs in Virell were frequented by military and government families, and the shooters here were top–notch among other ranges, making this place a hub of expertise.
