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The Billionaire's Last Obsession series 234 Summary In this chapter, Everly invites Lillian to join a shooting match at a range, where a cruel spectacle is underway: a boy is tied to a spinning wheel and used as a target. Despite the boy's pain and silence, the crowd is entertained by the dangerous game. Lillian feels deeply disturbed by the aristocratic amusement, her emotions a mix of disgust and helplessness. The competition heats up as Allen demonstrates his superior archery skills, hitting the target dead center and earning the crowd's admiration.

Everly then challenges Lillian to participate in the match, which surprises the onlookers given Everly's reputation as an expert marksman. Lillian accepts the challenge with calm confidence, ready to prove herself. Everly proposes a high-stakes game involving balancing cherries on their heads and shooting them off in turns, with a prize of ten million each and a special condition: the winner can make one request of any of the other three participants.

Everly taunts Lillian about her reliance on Sebastian's wealth, but Lillian firmly asserts her independence as a Dracovian woman, refusing to be seen as a burden. In a bold move, Lillian writes a check for ten million herself, placing it on the table with confidence. The challenge is set, and tensions rise as the four prepare to compete in this intense and risky shooting match. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below Chapter 234: The Shooting Match Everly glanced sideways at the young woman beside her, a dark, mischievous sparkle lighting up her eyes. With a teasing smirk, she said, "Ms.

Lillian, why don't you join us? Grandpa told me to make sure you're properly entertained." Lillian's lips curved into a frosty smile. "Alright, I'll join." Together, the group headed toward the shooting range, the air thick with anticipation and murmurs from the gathered crowd. A line of young men and women stood watching intently. Before them was a large spinning wheel, and tied tightly to its frame was a boy, dirt smudging his skin from head to toe. His wrists and ankles were bound securely, and his head hung low, concealing any hint of his emotions.

About five meters away, a blond man stood behind a woman, guiding her hands as she drew back the bowstring. He chuckled darkly, "Aim straight ahead. I promise you'll hit it on the first try." The arrow zipped through the air with a sharp whistle and grazed the boy's arm. Instantly, blood welled up and trickled down his skin. The crowd erupted into applause, clearly entertained by the cruel spectacle, while the boy remained silent, his expression unreadable even in pain. Lillian's brows knitted tightly.

She was well aware that this was one of the so-called "entertainments" favored by Murica's aristocracy, but witnessing it in person unsettled her deeply. Her stomach churned with a mixture of disgust and helplessness. The blond man turned back to the target, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Guess I've gotten a bit rusty since I last played." Allen stepped forward with a laugh, shaking his head. "With skills like that, you shouldn't be showing off. Missing such a large target is just pathetic.

Let me give it a shot." He took the bow from a servant, instantly adopting a stance that was sharp, disciplined, and precise. The playful glint in his eyes vanished, replaced by a steely focus. With a crisp whistle as the arrow flew, it struck dead center of the target. Applause broke out again, louder this time, filling the air with admiration. Everly turned to Lillian with a sly smile. "Ms. Lillian, care to join in for a round?" "Yeah," someone else chimed in from the crowd, "especially with Mr.

Whitmore by your side, looks alone won't keep you in the game forever." Another voice teased, "But I've heard Dracovian women are pretty fragile. Are you sure Ms. Lillian can handle it? She might just end up killing the target instead." A few women nearby giggled at the jab. Allen approached with a mischievous grin. "Would you like to give it a try, Ms. Lillian?" Lillian let out a casual laugh. "Why not?" A collective gasp went through the crowd. Everyone knew Everly's reputation-she was one of the finest marksmen in all of Murica.

For Lillian to accept so readily, many thought she was setting herself up for embarrassment. "So, what are the rules?" Lillian asked, her smile calm but confident. Everly's eyes flashed sharply. She returned a sweet smile. "Since you're eager to play, why don't we spice things up a bit?" Lillian shrugged with an air of indifference. Everly continued, "Just the four of us. We'll balance cherries on our heads, each taking turns. The one who shoots down the most cherries wins." The crowd's eyes widened in disbelief. "Cherries?

Who could possibly hit something that tiny?" "Yeah, hitting apples is tough enough, let alone cherries." Still, the crowd loved a good show, and excitement buzzed through the air. The blond man and Allen exchanged a shrug, signaling they were game. Lillian's eyes gleamed sharply as she met Everly's gaze. "Fine. Since Ms. Everly wants to play, I'll see it through." Everly's eyes sparkled triumphantly as she added with a sly smile, "As for the stakes-ten million each, plus one condition.

The winner not only takes the entire pot but also gains the right to make one request of any of the other three. How does that sound? I'm sure ten million is nothing to you, Ms. Lillian. After all, Sebastian spoils you, right? A little allowance of a million or two can't be a problem. But if you don't have it on hand, I'm happy to lend you the money first." Lillian sneered, unimpressed by the constant reminders of her supposed dependence on Sebastian. "Thank you for your generosity, Ms. Everly. But Dracovian women have always valued self-reliance.

We don't like to be burdens or parasites." She met Everly's eyes steadily. "Unlike you, who can lean on the powerful Chris family and spend without worry, knowing they'll foot the bill. Am I wrong, Ms. Everly?" Pulling a small checkbook from her purse, Lillian quickly scribbled out a check for ten million, tore it free, and placed it neatly on the betting table with a confident air. Conclusion The tension in the air thickened as the competitors prepared for the cherry-shooting challenge, each driven by pride, skill, and the weight of their personal stakes.

Lillian's unwavering confidence and sharp retorts against Everly's provocations revealed a deep-seated resilience, a refusal to be defined by others' assumptions. This chapter delicately explored the themes of rivalry, self-reliance, and the subtle power plays that weave through the aristocratic world they inhabit, all underscored by the unspoken emotions simmering beneath their poised exteriors. Amidst the spectacle and biting exchanges, the characters' inner struggles and motivations came to light, painting a vivid picture of ambition and defiance.

With the bet set at ten million and the added twist of a mysterious condition granting the winner a powerful request, emotions are bound to run high. The shooting match will test not only their skills but also their pride and resolve, revealing more about their true characters beneath the surface. As the competition unfolds, expect the crowd's excitement to grow, but so will the undercurrents of rivalry and unspoken grudges. The interaction between the four participants will likely expose cracks in alliances and hint at deeper conflicts simmering just out of sight.

Lillian's defiant stance against Everly's provocations suggests that neither woman will back down easily, setting the stage for a clash that could have lasting consequences for everyone involved. Cedella Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter. With a flair for crafting emotionally intense plots and unforgettable characters, she blends love, desire, and drama into every story she writes.

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