GoodReadChapter 93 Mr. Ashcroft had completely forgotten about it.
As a seasoned veteran, he knew better than anyone that the shooting range wasn't just a playground for these young aristocrats. It had a deeper connection with the military.
Every now and then, the range had to send videos of customers who scored over eighty percent accuracy to the military. Because, well, the military was always on the lookout for fresh talent.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter all, a top-notch sniper was a rare gem, even in an army as vast as theirs. Training one from scratch cost a fortune. But if a prodigy suddenly appeared, that was a whole different ball game.
It could even save them the training time.
And Miranda, well, she was clearly a diamond in the rough with sniper potential written all over her. The military wouldn't just sit back and do nothing if they caught wind of her skills.
Sebastian was another one who'd caught their eye, but he had no interest in enlisting, aside from the occasional training session. The Everhart family had their own plans, and the military wouldn't dare meddle with them.
Besides, while Sebastian's marksmanship was commendable, his accuracy didn't quite match Miranda's in identical conditions.
As the voice trailed off, Elian's phone buzzed. His brow furrowed slightly as he listened to the caller. "I don't know. Why should I care?" He suddenly curled her lips upwards, a rebellious and defiant smirk dancing on them. "Sorry, I'm not freaking obligated to do that." Moments later, the smile vanished. "I said I don't know, never heard of it. If you want it, figure it out yourself." Before the person on the other end could finish, Elian hung up, his expression turning icy. Mr. Ashcroft had a pretty good idea of what was going on.
"The military called you, didn't they?" Elian scoffed, "Of course they did. As if I can't see through their ulterior motives. They're relentless." Mr. Ashcroft chuckled, settling into the sofa with his cane.
"They just want to cozy up to you, hoping you'll return to Virell. Since you're in Zephra, naturally, they'd cal you. Just like when I was about to cback, they wantedto put in a good word for them with you." QUMS Elian said nothing, lighting a cigarette and walking over to the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"I'll think about it," he said, exhaling a plof smoke as he gazed outside.
Mr. Ashcroft sighed deeply. "Honestly, you're doing pretty well now. Better than the last tI saw you all those years ago." Elian remained silent, the cigarette slowly burning.
"So, from how you were saying, the call was about Miranda?" Mr. Ashcroft deftly changed the subject. Elian nodded. "Yeah. They saw the range video and wanted to know if I was aware of her." Mr. Ashcroft chuckled. "You were right; they've got their eye on that girl." Elian responded blandly, "Whatever she chooses to do is her decision Even if she was born to be a doctor, she shouldn't feel obligated to heal the world. She doesn't owe anyone that." en
His stance was firm, and he had no intention of informing Miranda hodanda of this. Mr. Ashcraft hødded in agreement. "That girl seems like she knows her own mind."
He chuckled again. "And with the whole black market drug thing, they cto you, too. They cto you for everything, even those distant matters. This one, happening right in Zephra, was bound to land on your doorstep." Mentioning the drugs jogged Elian's memory.
"Drugs." he recalled the intel he'd received.
Those black-market drugs had started showing up about two m months ago.
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