According to previous plans, Harry invited Claudia to visit the Fantasia Gallery. Their reason for coming was that they wanted to look at the paintings, but actually they wanted to make Vivian confess her crime. Especially considering the report that Catherine previously submitted regarding the paintings that Vivian confiscated, are all the paintings in this gallery the result of dirty deeds?
As they casually walked around the gallery, their footsteps stopped when they passed Harris and Vivian. Coincidentally, Harry wanted to ask many questions directly regarding the yacht accident.
Harry gave a sinister smile and folded his arms. "Now you are openly dating when your affair is revealed."
"We’re not dating, but I did want to visit the gallery today." Harris put his palms in his trouser pockets. "Why did you suddenly come to the gallery with Claudia?"
"Because I also want to see paintings. Especially the painting "Memories in My Life". Last time I looked the painting was still here."
Vivian put her hands on her hips. "Just tell me what is your sudden desire to visit the gallery?"
Harry laughed slyly as he walked closer to the annoying couple in front of him. "Actually, I just came here to warn you. "You’d better turn yourself in immediately before I torture you more cruelly."
"What do you mean?"
"I have proof you tried to kill me and my wife."
Vivian swallowed nervously. However, she tried to remain okay so that she had to hand herself over to the police sooner.
"Are you crazy? Since when did I want to kill you two?!"
Harris immediately pushed Harry’s body roughly. "You shouldn’t go around accusing innocent people, Harry!"
Harry chuckled in annoyance. "In fact, I suspect you even more. Are you actually the main mastermind? There are so many secrets you are still hiding from me."
"I won’t spare you, Harry!"
"Don’t slander my husband carelessly, Harris!"
Harris was very shocked when his ex-girlfriend suddenly shouted at him. His entire body immediately trembled. "Claudia, I didn’t slander your husband."
"Anyway, seeing your increasingly outrageous behavior, I won’t forgive you, Harris! In fact, I feel even more grateful that you cheated on me."
"But-"
Claudia held Harry’s hand tightly. "Come on, Harry! I’ll just go on a date somewhere else."
"You still think your husband is the perfect person in your eyes?!"
When the husband and wife turned around, Harry’s body immediately stiffened. He tightened his grip on his hands to vent his anger. However, that doesn’t mean he wants to break his wife’s wrist.
"In fact, you are much worse than me, Harris. You’d better look in the mirror first."
*****
Harry gave up his intention to threaten Vivian by showing an amateur video recording of Catherine. Seeing Vivian’s situation earlier and still not admitting her mistake, he doubted that his strategy would actually destroy his plan to catch Vivian. To clear his mind, he immediately took his wife to the palace.
Whether training his wife or his subordinates, Harry always displays a professional attitude. He helped put a bulletproof vest on his wife and earplugs. Then, he took a medium-sized pistol so that his wife would not mind holding the gun a second time.
"Does the gun feel heavy?"
"It’s even heavier than the rifle you first gave me when I was practicing shooting."
Harry lowered an eyebrow. "Sorry, I lost my mind at that time. I trained you too hard."
Claudia shook her head quickly. "It doesn’t matter. In fact, I’d rather you train me the hard way. Because you’re more handsome every time you act cruel."
"Just now you didn’t mean to make fun of me, right?"
"No. Indeed, you look more handsome every time you scold me."
Hearing his wife’s words made him immediately implement them. He put on a cruel expression and then held his wife’s head looking straight at the board that had provided the shooting target point.
"Okay, according to your wishes, I will train you the hard way. You have to obey my wishes if you want to quickly become proficient."
"So, what I have to do now is imagine that the target board in front of me is my enemy, right?"
"My guess is you’re imagining Harris in front of you right now."
"I think I already know the main reason you asked me to visit the gallery suddenly, so that today’s shooting practice wouldn’t be in vain."
Harry chuckled as he stroked his wife’s head. "If you’re still not skilled, I won’t scold you."
Claudia had positioned her body standing upright while opening her legs slightly wide. Her eyes focused on a target board. She took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly.
Her index finger pulled the trigger. Her first shot hit the target board at the knee point. Even though the first shot was still not right, Harry appreciated her efforts by kissing her temple briefly.
"Nice shot."
"But my shot still didn’t hit the vital point. If I had shot him in the knee, the criminal would have only lost one of his legs."
"Now I want to ask your opinion. If he lost one leg, would he still be able to chase you?"
Claudia shook her head slowly. "No. In fact, he will lose a lot of blood."
"In my opinion, you don’t need to shoot the vital signs section if you’re not very skilled yet. As long as you just shoot him in the leg and make him paralyzed."
"But, I’m still not satisfied if I just shoot the leg." Claudia showed a sly smile looking at the still intact target board.
Claudia returned to shooting practice with such enthusiasm that Harry was astonished. If his wife practiced with such enthusiasm, it was possible that she would quickly become proficient and would kill him one day if he made a mistake.
After an hour of shooting practice, Claudia decided she wanted to continue her training next week. She returned to rest in the palace garden to breathe fresh air with her husband after rotting in the shooting training room which was quite stuffy even though there was air conditioning.
"Would it be fun to practice shooting with me?" Harry asked, stroking his wife’s beautiful hair.
"Even though you were very fierce earlier, I became even more enthusiastic. Thank you, Harry."
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Hearing the sound of her cell phone vibrating, Claudia answered the phone call from her mother for a moment.
"Mom, I won’t forget to have dinner at home tonight."
However, the voice that was heard was not her mother’s voice, but the voice of the police who were making a report to her. Her hands immediately trembled listening to the report until her vision became blurry.