It was said to be the most advanced ce in the country when it came to shooting


    ranges.


    Miranda strolled casually through the premises, observing the stance and precision of the shooters at the public ranges. They seemed way more skilled than those she''d seen back in Zephra.


    Zephra''s range felt more like a ce for hobbyists inparison.


    However, Miranda did spot a few familiar faces from her time at Zephra. One of them had even pestered her about taking him under her wing as a mentor.


    "This is my first time in a ce like this. Do you know how to shoot, Miranda?" Carter asked curiously.


    Miranda nced at the attendants assigned to them. "If you don''t know how to shoot, you can always ask them to teach you."


    Indeed, they were apanied by attendants specifically trained to assist them. These attendants knew the basics of shooting and could provide lessons if the guests needed it.


    Of course, the attendants weren''t experts; they knew the fundamentals and were


    not allowed to handle firearms with live ammunition without permission.


    "Yes, sir, if you need assistance, we offer one-on-one lessons," one of the attendants assured with a friendly smile.


    Carter''s eyes lit up with some idea as he nimbly sidled up to Miranda. "If you know how, can''t you just teach me?"


    Despite his affluent background, Carter had never taken an interest in shooting and never handled a gun. In his country, there was no gun control; they were everywhere, so there were no formal ranges like this.


    There''d be on-spot shooting ranges if one wanted.


    "If you don''t know how to shoot, why did you sign up for a membership?" Miranda teased, "Do you have money to burn?"


    The membership at Virell''s range was pricier than Zephra''s, yet Carter didn''t hesitate to sign up.


    He scratched his head. "It''s not that much."


    Actually, he was almost out of his allowance anyway.


    Miranda was skeptical. With Carter''s spendthrift ways and his airheaded demeanor, where did he get the money?


    In families like his, wealth was contingent on proving one''s worth. People like Elian and Sebastian had fortunes because they knew how to earn it.


    Even though Hannah''s family was wealthy, her allowance was modest. Simrly, Caius hadn''t seen such an allowance before joining the family business.


    As they chatted, a sharp-looking middle-aged man in a suit approached them and asked in a courteous manner, "Hello, are you Ms. Miranda Lancaster by any chance?"


    The manager''s face was all smiles. "I''m the manager here at the club The moment I saw the notification of your arrival, I rushed over. hope you don''t mind the dy, Ms Lancaster."  en


    Wow, this was a big deal. They''d already heard about the legendary sharpshooter from Zephra – a youthful prodigy with extraordinary marksmanship. Now, here she was in person.


    Before Miranda arrived at Virell, someone had given the club a heads-up. She was a valued guest, free to use the facilities with no restrictions or charges. And she was a Lancaster.


    The Lancaster family was among the elite in Virell''s society, and the manager knew he had to treat her ordingly.


    Carter, however, was taken aback, starting to question just who


    Miranda really was. After all, the Iron Sight Club in Virell wasn''t an ordinary ce that showed this level


    swnovel.n


    of enthusiasm to just anyone


    He hadn''t heard about a Lancaster heiress with a sprawling estate and the whole


    family passing away being in town.


    l.ne


    Miranda was merely there to make an appearance and nned to leave soon since she had other matters to attend to. She just greeted the manager briefly, "Just came to show my face for a minute. I''ll be on my way shortly."


    No sooner had she said that when a familiar voice called out.


    "Miranda?"


    She turned to see who it was. Celeste?