'Hey system, when will this skill appear on my interface?' She asked in her mind while clenching her teeth. Two practice bullets consecutively landed on the target board five meters away. However, both only struck a 5, which could be perfectly justified by the fact that this was her first day of training.The system's reply made her feel helpless. She'd been shooting for hours yet she only hit 5 seven times. Of course, Agatha knew she was just starting. However, she couldn't help the feeling because she was anxious about whether Maurice and other hostile parties would wait for her to learn the skill."You're doing good. It seems you have some talent for this, Miss Silver," complimented one of the young men nearby.All of them were in a very spacious room filled with partitioned off-stalls. Everyone was wearing earplugs and eye protection. "I don't think so. But thanks," she politely said before she went back to practice.Daniel Miller, the one who spoke earlier, didn't mind her per
It was Saturday but because he had some scheduled meetings, Paul had to leave Agatha at the shooting range for work. Thirty minutes later, he arrived at his office at the top floor of Ever Victorious building, Central Alina. He strode into the conference room, the tolerant and compromising man was no longer present, only a cold business suit wearing magnate was. After he took his seat, presentations from other companies started. All these people did their best to impress him and the other shareholders so that their companies could establish a business relationship with the McArthney. From time to time their eyes lurked to Paul to probe his reactions. Unfortunately, the man was not letting anything register on his face. For every report though, his ever merciless mouth never failed to lash out, causing the conference to end with more than 80 percent of the proposals harshly rebuked and trashed by Paul."Sir, the Florence Corp hopes you reconsider their proposal.""You mean, that ma
His face became dark, he considered whether to punished Jone for giving him something stupid like this. However, his curiosity still acted up so he double-clicked it and let the sound play. Of course, he did this after phoning his main assistant to track where the package comes from. Not long after, an unfamiliar feminine voice echoed within his office."I'll make this message short, Mr. McArthney. I can't reach the bitch through normal ways. She had me blocked so I here I am, reaching out to you. Don't worry, all you have to do is tell Agatha Moore to meet me tonight at Cryptos, at 7 pm. If you want, tag along. But if she doesn't come, I'm telling you, I'm going to declare total war against her! I'm sure you both know I'm not someone you two can deal with!"Paul's left brow rose at her declaration. Now he was sure this girl was that Maurice Jensen and he doesn't like this woman's boastful tone. Her proud attitude irked something badly within him. Who was she to say he could not deal
Exactly four days ago, due to some weird reasons, Eithan woke up feeling groggy and his head ached so much that he really felt like dying. "Damn! Did someone hit me on the head with a bat or anything hard?" he complained, furrowing his brows at the pain that overwhelmed him.Moments later, after hugging his head for a minute or two, he started feeling dizzy. Memories he couldn't initially remember came rushing in, prompting him to not know which was which. There were two sets of memories playing in his mind. And because they're contrary to each other, his brain couldn't tell which one to acknowledge as real.The first told him that after he saw the real Misty flee, he ended up spending a night at a hotel. This seemed to be the more logical one as he had indeed woke up in an unfamiliar room. When he also walked out of the room, he saw an elevator nearby which obviously his house or any other normal house couldn't possibly have. It was around 7:30 am. After checking himself out and see
"Eithan Meyer! You're so crazy, huh? You have the cheeks to go to class at 9:40 am?"The fat History teacher reprimanded the guy for the umpteenth time. As it turned out, this was not the first time that Eithan disregarded their class schedule, and it will definitely be not his last. The gloomy-faced bloke only stared back at him, then recited the apology line taught to them since elementary,"Sorry teacher, sorry classmates, I'm late."His indifference was clear for all eyes to see so naturally it only made the teacher angrier. His attitude towards tardiness shows no trace of politeness nor sincerity. Unfortunately, no matter how frustrated the subject teacher was, there was nothing else he could do anymore. Since he was already well aware that regardless if he would give the other party a piece of his mind, it would only fell on deaf ears. Besides, the man in question had already sat at the back, leaving the fat man with no choice but hammer the table with his fist."Hey, what happe
When lunch break came, he first made sure Maurice Jensen was not at the cafeteria before he headed in. After all, even if he made it appear like it was just an accident, in the end, he still caused a perfectly fine phone dive into a dirty water canal. Who knows if that infamously two-faced woman already bore a grudge against him because of that?"Better be safe than sorry", he said to himself. Though it's shameful to admit, she was stronger than him. It was a lesson learned after their short tug-of-war yesterday.After ordering a meat and vegetable meal set, he quietly carried his tray to a table near the corner. He purposely chose a two-seater table. To ensure no one would bother him in his lunch, he left the tray on the vacant seat opposite his. Unfortunately, not even five minutes passed and an uninvited trouble threw that pitiful tray somewhere just to take the seat for herself. His frowning face looked up. And there she was, the trouble he tr
"I-I like you! Please go out with me!"A dumbfounded Eithan stared blankly at the braided-haired girl blushingly confessing to him. They were under the shade cast by a tall Acacia tree. It was near the white painted gate of the academy. It was after class and Eithan was on his way home when this classmate told him she had something to say personally to him. He only assumed that there were problems with the notes he returned earlier. However, he didn't expect to end up in this situation. He simply never pictured himself in this scenario before.<System: Answer, you stupid bloke! Though I am only but system, I still know not to make a lady wait!>For the very first time, Eithan felt like the mysterious and unnerving voice from his mind finally did something correctly. He realized that it helped him come back to his senses again. He turned to the red-faced girl. There was a tra
If Paul said he never doubted Agatha Moore' motives and origins, then he would be lying blatantly. He did. It was because of this that he had her life reviewed. He also had everyone near her investigated. In the process, he learned how different she was from her past self and what kind of life she had been living now. To be honest, she was someone who would normally not become part of his life. Agatha's identity was that low. She had no contact with the rich, had no wealth to speak of, or any special talent worthy of recognition. She's probably a woman he would only see in the streets if he ever decided to take a walk. But that itself lessens their chances of being acquainted. After all, he had a car, scratch that, cars. Why would he walk a busy street?Perhaps, their first meeting changed it all.But actually even on their first meeting, were it not for his stupid but ambitious stepmother making him go to that cheap hotel, he would not still