Chapter 85
Miranda drew her gaze back. Running a business like this required a sharp mind, and anyone managing such a place usually had some significant connections. Yet, despite all that, the owner still managed to be polite to his customers. He was definitely a savvy businessman.
Sebastian looked over at Miranda and spoke slowly, “Do you know who else in this club can shoot with such precision using a semi–automatic pistol?”
Miranda guessed, “You?”
Sebastian seemed like he might be a gun enthusiast. For these well–connected heirs, shooting was more than just a hobby; it was also a skill for self–defense. It was much like how she’d been trained back in the day.
In some families with military or political backgrounds, good marksmanship wasn’t just encouraged – it was expected.
Judging by the way people reacted when Sebastian appeared, it was clear that he was one of the top marksmen in the club.
Sebastian seemed pleased with Miranda’s guess, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Not me,” Miranda was
curious. If not him, then who?
Sebastian’s gaze settled on her face as he slowly said the name. “Elian.”
He watched her reaction carefully as he spoke.
Miranda paused for a moment but didn’t show any strong emotion. Sebastian’s smile deepened at that.
Jasper, standing nearby, gave Sebastian a puzzled look. It seemed like there was more to Sebastian’s words than he let on.
Sebastian chuckled. “You don’t seem surprised at all.”
Miranda shrugged. “Nothing to be surprised about.”
Elian wasn’t the average guy. She’d witnessed his skills firsthand – they were at a professional level, if not higher. His body bore the marks of bullet wounds, indicating he’d undergone military–style training. So it wasn’t surprising that he was good with a gun.
Sebastian’s warm gaze deepened behind his glasses as he smiled and said, “Next time, could shoot together if you have time?”
He gestured towards his shooting range. “Feel free to use my range. And just like today, I’ll provide the ammo.”
Caius furrowed his brows, not looking particularly happy about the invitation. After all, Miranda was the first person to ever be invited to Sebastian’s range. Even Jasper seemed taken aback.
Miranda, out of habit, gave a polite but noncommittal response. “Let’s talk about it next time.”
Whenever she faced a decision – whether to agree or decline – she often resorted to these two magic words, “next time.” They left room to maneuver and didn’t commit her to anything.
“Next time” was a wonderful thing.
Sebastian didn’t seem offended by her perfunctory response. He simply smiled and said, “Alright.”
Jasper rubbed his chin, as if a realization had dawned on him.
After Miranda and the Lancasters left, Jasper and Sebastian headed back to their usual spot at the range.
Jasper asked, “When did Elian arrive in Zephra?”
“Three years ago,” Sebastian replied.
Jasper mused, “He’s always been a bit of a mystery, popping in and out of sight. I can’t believe he’s been in
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Zephra for three whole years.”
He hadn’t followed much of Elian’s movements in recent years, only hearing that Elian had returned. Since Elian wasn’t in Virell, information had been sparse.
“Have you met him?” Jasper inquired.
Sebastian replied lightly, “I have.”
Jasper quipped, “Did you two manage to avoid a showdown?”
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