The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1271: Your Nathalie made a hole with 10 shots

Velnisa Irvin noticed her hostility toward Nathalie Quinlan, recalling the conflict between Caryn Zachmann and Nathalie at the school’s anniversary celebration. She mustered the courage and said in a low voice, "I saw a red sports car picking her up at the school gate today, and they even gave her roses."

Before Caryn Zachmann could speak, Hendrik Zachmann already had his brow tightly furrowed and spoke with a heavy tone, "You said you saw Nathalie get into a sports car?"

Evron Barness had met the little cousin of the Zachmann Family once, although they were at a distance and hadn’t spoken. His intuition was that the girl wasn’t that sort of character, so he stood up for Nathalie, saying, "Could you have been mistaken?"

"I wasn’t mistaken!" Velnisa Irvin’s pretty face grew slightly pale, her eyelashes trembling, looking particularly pitiful. She bit her lips, a bit stubborn, interrupting Evron’s words, firmly saying, "I saw it very clearly. That car wasn’t from Beijing; it had an out-of-town license plate. My friend and I saw her get into a red sports car, and just by looking at it, you could tell it was expensive!"

To prove she wasn’t lying, she tried hard to recall the appearance of the car she saw at noon at the school gate, biting her lips, "I remember the sports car had a bull on its emblem."

Whether it was Hendrik or Evron, including Mateo Gordon and others, each person came from wealth. As soon as Velnisa mentioned the bull emblem on the car,

everyone’s mind instantly pictured a luxury car brand—Lamborghini.

Hendrik’s handsome face darkened slightly, his grip on the car door suddenly tightening.

The price of a Lamborghini isn’t cheap; the cheapest costs two million, and slightly better models can exceed ten million.

How could Nathalie know someone who drives a Lamborghini?

He remembered Velnisa saying that person gave Nathalie roses, and she accepted them... thinking again about his little cousin’s striking appearance, her pretty face was as alluring as a disaster.

His brows furrowed harshly, slamming the door shut, and coldly said to Evron, "I’m going to the parking lot to check it out!"

"Hendrik, there’s no need for that..." Evron tried to stop him, but failed.

Hendrik strode briskly toward the Serenity Clubhouse parking lot.

He could find out if the girl from Nathalie’s department was lying simply by checking for a red Lamborghini with an out-of-town license plate in the parking lot.

*

Inside the Serenity Clubhouse shooting range.

A girl dressed in shooting attire casually played with the Beretta 92F Pistol in her hand, waiting for Valencia Jett to finish her 10 rounds.

She flexed her wrist, loaded the bullets, raised her arm, and fired ten consecutive shots.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The shooting range was filled with the sound of continuous gunfire.

Once the round was over.

Valencia Jett looked at the target 500 meters away, which had been pierced with a hole, her mouth twitching as she observed the girl’s cool and flamboyant figure. Quietly, she unloaded the bullets in her own gun and tossed the handgun onto the table, spreading her hands, "I’m done. How can I keep playing with you being like this?"

She hit the bullseye 8 times out of 10 shots, with the remaining two shots in the 9-ring. By all standards, that achievement was impressive enough.

But against a master, they played differently.

Nathalie’s ten shots all landed within the 6-ring, but every shot hit the same spot, directly creating a hole where the first bullet struck. It’s not all 10-ring, yet it’s even more terrifying.

What’s the point in playing this game?

Nathalie casually tossed the handgun onto the table, effortlessly cool, with her hands in her pockets, her demeanor relaxed and unruly, her voice hoarse, "Just playing casually."

She punched a hole in the target with ten shots and still claimed it was just for fun?

The terrifying thing was Valencia’s heart knew Nathalie wasn’t lying; it really was just casual play for her.

Valencia’s eyelids twitched again, and she helplessly took off her shooting attire, revealing a black tank top underneath, and headed towards the adjacent lounge first: "Let’s go, Nathalie, let’s take a break."