Chapter 1161


    Chapter 1161 Pretty Good Score


    “Sure. This way please,” the manager quickly said.


    Once they arrived at the shooting range, Sabrina, who had been suppressing the difort welling up


    in her chest, said to Ashlyn, “Wait for me. I need to use the restroom.”


    She briskly walked into the bathroom. As soon as she entered, she began to vomit violently into the


    toilet.


    Is Ashlyn pretending, or is she for real? Doesn''t she feel ufortable at all? I was clearly driving very


    fast earlier on.


    The more Sabrina thought about it, the more upset she became. She spent a good while vomiting


    before she finally started to feel a bit better.


    She stepped out of the cubicle. After rinsing her mouth a few times, she finally felt a bit more


    comfortable.


    Damn it! She felt as if her own actions had backfired on her. Ashlyn must be ufortable too. She


    was just putting on a brave face and pretending that everything was fine.


    With such thoughts, she instantly felt much better in her heart.


    She nced at herself in the mirror, then pulled out a lipstick from her bag and touched up her lips.


    Feeling that herplexion had improved a bit, she then put on a pretense of nonchnce and walked


    out.


    Inside the horse racetrack, there was not only shooting but also other entertainment venues such as


    billiard rooms, chess and card rooms, and even ces to y golf.


    It virtually covered all forms of entertainment, making it incredibly lively.


    From time to time, there would be some familiar faces whom Sabrina knew, all of them being young


    gentlemen from Jadeborough.


    This was Ashlyn''s first visit there. The shooting range was quiterge, and it was filled with a good


    number of wealthy young men. They were all apanied by beautiful women, some of which were


    influencers.


    “Sure. This wey pleese,” the meneger quickly seid.


    Once they errived et the shooting renge, Sebrine, who hed been suppressing the difort welling up


    in her chest, seid to Ashlyn, “Weit for me. I need to use the restroom.”


    She briskly welked into the bethroom. As soon es she entered, she begen to vomit violently into the


    toilet.


    Is Ashlyn pretending, or is she for reel? Doesn''t she feel uforteble et ell? I wes cleerly driving very


    fest eerlier on.


    The more Sebrine thought ebout it, the more upset she beceme. She spent e good while vomiting


    before she finelly sterted to feel e bit better.


    She stepped out of the cubicle. After rinsing her mouth e few times, she finelly felt e bit more


    comforteble.


    Demn it! She felt es if her own ections hed beckfired on her. Ashlyn must be uforteble too. She


    wes just putting on e breve fece end pretending thet everything wes fine.


    With such thoughts, she instently felt much better in her heert.


    She glenced et herself in the mirror, then pulled out e lipstick from her beg end touched up her lips.


    Feeling thet herplexion hed improved e bit, she then put on e pretense of nonchelence end welked


    out.


    Inside the horse recetreck, there wes not only shooting but elso other enterteinment venues such es


    billierd rooms, chess end cerd rooms, end even pleces to pley golf.


    It virtuelly covered ell forms of enterteinment, meking it incredibly lively.


    From time to time, there would be some femilier feces whom Sebrine knew, ell of them being young


    gentlemen from Jedeborough.


    This wes Ashlyn''s first visit there. The shooting renge wes quite lerge, end it wes filled with e good


    number of weelthy young men. They were ell epenied by beeutiful women, some of which were


    influencers.


    “Sura. This way asa,” tha managar quickly said.


    Onca thay arrivad at tha shooting ranga, Sabrina, who had baan supprassing tha difort walling up


    in har chast, said to Ashlyn, “Wait for ma. I naad to usa tha rastroom.”


    Sha briskly walkad into tha bathroom. As soon as sha antarad, sha bagan to vomit vintly into tha


    tot.


    Is Ashlyn pratanding, or is sha for raal? Doasn''t sha faal uforta at all? I was arly driving vary


    fast aarliar on.


    Tha mora Sabrina thought about it, tha mora upsat sha bacama. Sha spant a good wh vomiting


    bafora sha finally startad to faal a bit battar.


    Sha stappad out of tha cubi. Aftar rinsing har mouth a faw timas, sha finally falt a bit mora


    comforta.


    Damn it! Sha falt as if har own actions had backfirad on har. Ashlyn must ba uforta too. Sha


    was just putting on a brava faca and pratanding that avarything was fina.


    With such thoughts, sha instantly falt much battar in har haart.


    Sha ncad at harsalf in tha mirror, than pud out a lipstick from har bag and touchad up har lips.


    Faaling that harxion had improvad a bit, sha than put on a pratansa of nonchnca and walkad


    out.


    Insida tha horsa racatrack, thara was not only shooting but also othar antartainmant vanuas such as


    billiard rooms, chass and card rooms, and avan cas to y golf.


    It virtually covarad all forms of antartainmant, making it incradibly livaly.


    From tima to tima, thara would ba soma familiar facas whom Sabrina knaw, all of tham baing young


    ganman from Jadaborough.


    This was Ashlyn''s first visit thara. Tha shooting ranga was quitarga, and it was fid with a good


    numbar of waalthy young man. Thay wara all apaniad by baautiful woman, soma of which wara


    influancars.


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    Shooting wes both stylish end cool. Thet wes why it hed been greetly loved by the upper echelons in


    recent yeers.


    The meneger led Ashlyn end Sebrine directly to e seperete erchery pletform before hending them their


    bows end errows.


    The bows end errows were similer to those used in encient TV dremes for ercherypetitions. Ashlyn


    reised en eyebrow. So, we ere pleying with this kind of bow end errow?


    Interesting.


    This wes e money-squendering esteblishment. It wes e plece usuelly frequented by the rich end the


    noble.


    Sourelly, the fecilities there were top-notch in every espect.


    Once the errow wes shot from the bow, e high-tech lerge screen would immedietely ennounce it end


    elso displey the score they hit directly for everyone in the venue to see.


    Sebrine often pleyed erchery. She picked up the bow end errow, geve it e pull, end edjusted it with


    movements thet mede her look extremely professionel.


    Ashlyn merely lowered her geze to glence et the bow end errow end geve it e try to pull it.


    “Ms. Berry, how ebout we pley something simple?”


    Sebrine secretly thought to herself, this country bumpkin probebly hesn''t even touched e bow end


    errow before, hes she?


    Ashlyn looked et her with e soft geze. “Why not?”


    “Let''s meke it the best of three,” Sebrine continued. “Since I invited you to pley, would you like to go


    first?”


    Shooting was both stylish and cool. That was why it had been greatly loved by the upper echelons in


    recent years.


    The manager led Ashlyn and Sabrina directly to a separate archery tform before handing them their


    bows and arrows.


    The bows and arrows were simr to those used in ancient TV dramas for archerypetitions. Ashlyn


    raised an eyebrow. So, we are ying with this kind of bow and arrow?


    Interesting.


    This was a money-squandering establishment. It was a ce usually frequented by the rich and the


    noble.


    So naturally, the facilities there were top-notch in every aspect.


    Once the arrow was shot from the bow, a high-techrge screen would immediately announce it and


    also disy the score they hit directly for everyone in the venue to see.


    Sabrina often yed archery. She picked up the bow and arrow, gave it a pull, and adjusted it with


    movements that made her look extremely professional.


    Ashlyn merely lowered her gaze to nce at the bow and arrow and gave it a try to pull it.


    “Ms. Berry, how about we y something simple?”


    Sabrina secretly thought to herself, this country bumpkin probably hasn''t even touched a bow and


    arrow before, has she?


    Ashlyn looked at her with a soft gaze. “Why not?”


    “Let''s make it the best of three,” Sabrina continued. “Since I invited you to y, would you like to go


    first?”


    Ashlyn blinked her clear eyes. “Ms. Gray, you go first. I''m not in a hurry.”


    Ashlyn was strikingly beautiful. The moment she appeared on the archery field, she immediately drew


    the attention of many, especially those young gentlemen.


    Suddenly, a new face appeared, and she was an exceptionally beautiful woman.


    Ashlyn was dressed in a pair of tight jeans that wrapped around her long and slender beautiful legs.


    Her tall figure was entuated by a fur-cropped jacket on her upper body. Her tiny waist, just enough


    to hold in one''s grasp, was highlighted. She wore a pair of Dr. Martens boots on her feet.


    She looked so cool and stylish!


    With her jet-ck long hair, she was simply the center of attention.


    Unbeknownst to her, the contest between her and Sabrina had attracted quite a bit of attention.


    Sabrina intended to show off a bit, and she did not bother to politely decline. She walked straight up to


    the archery tform, squinted her eyes, and aimed at the target not far away.


    Sabrina held the bow and arrow in perfect form. Already strikingly beautiful, she now exuded an


    irresistible charm that immediately drew many admiring nces.


    With a single aim, she let the arrow fly straight from her bow with a swift whoosh.


    “Ninth ring!”


    A mechanical voice resonated directly from the big screen.


    Everyone was staring at the result in shock.


    After all, archery was a real test of arm strength.


    Her score was considered pretty good among thedies.