The Big Shot's Movie Star Wife Is Beautiful and Sassy-Chapter 256 - 245: Scaring Everyone Silly

Chapter 256: Chapter 245: Scaring Everyone Silly

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Bonnie Maxwell’s move was to embroil Daisy Zane in this matter.

Either Daisy Zane would be too frightened to do anything out of fear, or she would end up with one useless arm.

Of course, at this place, and for the sake of Kevin Clark’s face, Bonnie would not dare to ruin Daisy’s arm for real.

Because she was certain that Daisy could not predict where the bullet was. Daisy would definitely move the gun elsewhere out of fear.

But if she really does ruin an arm, that would be an unexpected gain.

Both parties in the competition must be willing to accept a loss.

At most, she would have to apologize to the Clark Family; her father would protect her, and the Clark Family would never cause trouble with her or her family for the sake of a lowly girl.

As long as enough time passes, this incident will invariably be forgotten.

That way, there is no loss in competing.

“Is such a small, broken competition even worth my sister’s time?” James Collins, holding Charles Amos’s hand, sent him to Juan Wright’s side, then walked to Daisy’s side and said to Bonnie, “I’ll compete with you.”

“What does it have to do with you?” George Maxwell disdainfully said, “If she’s too scared, she just has to admit that she’s a coward and not as good as my sister. What are you doing, substituting for her?”

“Me competing with her is already giving her a lot of face,” said James Collins,

“And now you want my sister to make a move? Have you no shame?”

Bonnie ignored him and looked directly at Daisy: “Do you want to compete? If not… just give up.”

Daisy glanced at her, said nothing, and picked up a revolver from the side.

“Sister…” called James Collins.

Daisy looked down at the gun in her hand and said, “Don’t interfere.”

They had always obeyed Daisy’s words. Telling him not to interfere meant that

James Collins dared not say anything more; he just kept his eyes on the gun in her hand.

At this moment, Kevin Clark and the others returned.

“What’s going on?” Kevin noticed Bonnie and George Maxwell from afar, then hurriedly walked over to Daisy’s side.

Daisy was spinning the cylinder of the revolver in her hand and raised her eyes to look at Kevin when she heard him: “It’s nothing; just a little competition.”

When Bonnie saw Kevin’s disregard for everything around him, she felt as if her heart was bleeding. She bit her teeth hard to prevent her lips from trembling.

Kevin’s appearance has always been very aggressive. Among their group of friends who had known him for so long, regardless of whether he was smiling or not, his most common appearance was one of deep aggression.

Who had ever seen Third Master Clark so gentle and affectionate before meeting Daisy?

That alone was enough to drive Bonnie mad.

She had loved this man for so long, and silently given so much for him. How could she bear to see him look at another woman like that? She had to have this man in her grasp.

Kevin looked at George Maxwell and Bonnie, his eyes suddenly devoid of emotion, even a bit overbearing: “What are you competing in?”

Bonnie just looked back at him and did not say anything. George Maxwell, who had always been cursing bitterly, did not dare to speak when facing Kevin’s gaze.

Michael Jackson then went over to him and briefly explained the situation.

After hearing Michael Jackson’s explanation, not only Allonzo Hobson but even the usually expressionless Enamel Cannon frowned.

Kevin Clark, needless to say, looked cold in an instant after hearing it. He looked directly at Bonnie: “Miss Maxwell, are you trying to slap my face?”

Bonnie underestimated her own psychological endurance; the man’s aura in front of her was like a mountain pressing down on her heart, making it difficult for her to breathe: “I, I didn’t.

“You didn’t, then what are you trying to do?” Kevin took a step forward, “Taking advantage of my absence to bully my girlfri—”

Before he could finish, Kevin’s wrist was grabbed, and he turned his head to look at the little girl.

As their eyes met, Kevin sensed the disdain in the little girl’s eyes.

Upon closer examination, it seemed like she was scoffing at his wordiness.

As expected, Daisy’s hand forcefully pulled Kevin back, difficult for others to notice, then walked to meet Bonnie, holding the gun.

Everyone was watching the furious Third Master Clark being teased by his wife in the blink of an eye.

Not to mention those who had grown up with him; even Theo Clark or Elina Clark rarely interrupted when he was angry.

Because the retaliation they received was Third Master constantly finding new ways to hurt them.

Even close brothers and fathers could not escape.

Who would have thought that one day, there would be a woman who could make Third Master Clark shut up.

Standing in front of Bonnie, Daisy was only two or three centimeters taller, and her expression had no change. But that sense of looking down on her, that aura that looked down on Bonnie, was enough to shock people. She said, “You see, I am someone who’s a bit afraid of wordiness.’

Arthur North:

Daisy Zane said, “I find it troublesome to take turns shooting. How about this,

I’ll shoot first as an example, and Miss Maxwell can follow, okay?”

How should I put it? Daisy Zane’s voice was not very different from her usual cold, indifferent, and unhurried tone.

However, it gave people an impression of wickedness and wildness, as if she did not regard anyone else as worthy adversaries.

Bonnie Maxwell instinctively resisted Daisy’s aura and scorn.

Most importantly, she felt that Daisy could not come up with anything impressive. Whatever Daisy could do, she was sure she could do too.

So she lifted her chin and said, “Fine, do as you please.”

Daisy’s eyebrows raised slightly as she took a black blindfold from a nearby podium.

The shooting range was well-equipped, and the blindfold was likely used for blindfolded shooting training here.

She quickly tied the blindfold around her eyes and fastened the strap.

Then she picked up the gun, opened the cylinder, and loaded a bullet into it.

Arthur watched her movements. His hand, which was hanging by his side, twitched as if he wanted to grab her wrist but then stopped.

He had faith in her, but… faith was not the same as a lack of worry.

Once the bullet was loaded, Daisy lightly turned the cylinder with her left hand.

The sound of the cylinder rolling was quiet and almost imperceptible in the vast shooting range.

However, it sounded like it had been amplified a hundred times in everyone’s ears, as if the sound could vibrate their eardrums.

No one knew what Daisy had in mind, but they all felt inexplicably tense.

The sound of the cylinder rolling stopped when she snapped it back into place. Immediately after, the sound of the hammer being pressed down could be heard.

At that sound, everyone’s hearts tightened.

Daisy’s following action raised everyone’s hearts to their throats, and they all held their breaths.

She held the gun in her right hand, her thumb pressed down on the hammer, and then pointed the gun directly at her temple.

As everyone held their breaths and their bodies stiffened, she pulled the trigger.

Click, click, click, click. Click.”

Five times in a row.

Each sound crisp and decisive, without any hesitation.

With each trigger pull, Bonnie Maxwell’s eyes widened. But after the fifth time, Daisy was unharmed.

Even those standing beside her were frightened.

Each sound was like a giant hand grabbing and squeezing everyone’s hearts.

Juan Wright’s legs trembled, and if it weren’t for Michael Jackson’s support, he might have already collapsed.

Michael’s face turned pale, even his lips losing color.

Although there was no change in Hugo Clark’s facial expressions, the hand in his pocket clenched tightly, and his heartbeat quickened with every sound.

Xavier Dominic touched his heart, and only after a while did he suddenly inhale deeply, taking in a breath of fresh air. He felt like his heart and lungs were about to burst.

Charles Amos ran to Daisy, looked up at her with reddened eyes. If the situation lasted any longer, tears might have spilled from his eyes. Only when he saw that Daisy was fine did he forcefully hold back his tears.

In the entire shooting range, only Arthur North and James Collins seemed somewhat normal.

James was completely trusting in Daisy.

Aside from trusting her, Arthur was also forcing himself to hold up, at least partway.

Yet even with his efforts, Hugo noticed the signs – the restraint in trying to calm himself down, making all the worries and fears turn into boundless murderous aura.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that his clenched hand was trembling slightly.

In the whole shooting range, Daisy seemed to be the only one who remembered their competition.

The black blindfold contrasted sharply with her fair skin, creating a strong visual impact.

Her pale pink lips curved into a beautiful arc.

In an instant, she untied the blindfold around her eyes, hooked the gun on her fingertip, and handed it to Bonnie Maxwell. She said, “Miss Maxwell, it’s your turn now..”

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