"You don’t regret what you said?"
Kyle Keaton still couldn’t believe what July Quinn had just said, his dark eyes glaring at her as if ready to devour her.
"I, July Quinn, usually don’t do things that make me regret."
Normally, if she regretted something, she could manually fix it.
But the latter half of the sentence, July didn’t say, she just suddenly released her hand, "I’m off to the match, excuse me."
Then, she really left without looking back.
Watching July Quinn’s figure moving further away, Kyle Keaton felt more bewildered than ever in his life.
He couldn’t shake the feeling that this woman was not just leaving for the match, but more like walking out of his life entirely...
In the blink of an eye, the 20-meter indoor shooting competition commenced.
This was also July Quinn’s second match today.
Compared to the earlier 10-meter indoor shooting match, many people now had high expectations for July Quinn’s shooting skills.
"July Quinn is sure to win today’s gold medal, without a doubt!" This update ıs available on novel✦fire.net
"Ten shots, ten rings, just thinking about it gets the blood pumping."
"July Quinn, show your true abilities, make all other competitors kneel and tremble!"
The cheers for July Quinn from the audience reached new heights.
But as the saying goes, amateurs see the fun, professionals see the technique.
Even Thomas Grant, who had a mysterious confidence in July Quinn during the 10-meter indoor match, wasn’t too optimistic about July Quinn’s performance today.
"She exerted too much force earlier; later she’ll probably struggle to steady her gun."
Walter Wright shook his head, also not too optimistic about the match.
Even Patrick Sullivan, fully equipped at July Quinn’s side, was somewhat exasperated with her:
"Master, why would you be so reckless? This match today should’ve been a sure thing for you, but after those dozens of shoulder throws with such force, I’m afraid this match..."
Patrick Sullivan held back the rest, not wanting to demoralize July Quinn.
But Bianca White, passing by, couldn’t help sneering: "Some people just love to mess up! Mess around and the gold medal goes missing."
Originally, Bianca expected July to be more bothered by her jabbing, but July counter-attacked with more antics, annoying her.
"At least it’s better than some people messing around and losing everything in their personal vault!"
"Who are you talking about!" Bianca screamed hysterically.
Well, Bianca was heartbroken over losing her vault in the boxing match!
July Quinn struck a raw nerve, triggering Bianca into a rage!
"Wasn’t it you who just transferred 970 million into my account?"
July’s red lips curled slightly.
Bianca realized with a painful clarity: "..."
Turns out, July Quinn was the one she thought was dumb and loaded!
Her little vault had all gone into July Quinn’s pockets.
Sadly, she couldn’t admit the foolish bet was initiated by her, only stubbornly insisting, "I don’t know what you’re talking about!"
But even so, July Quinn kept her infuriatingly charming smile, continuing: "Not knowing is good, otherwise I’d really worry about you losing too much money and going insane."
Bianca truly wanted to rush up and fight with July Quinn, to avenge the defeat of her little vault.
But she didn’t, because she knew July Quinn’s crazily powerful skills in boxing matches, afraid she’d end up terribly battered by July Quinn!
In conclusion, Bianca was really despairing now.
Couldn’t argue with, couldn’t fight with July Quinn!
Ultimately, she could only stomp her foot and furiously head to her lane for the second match.