"Logan, let's not do this, okay?" Hannah pleaded softly, her voice tinged with worry, as if she feared Logan might lose to Eric.
"Dear sister, with Mr. Scott so confident, why are you trying to stop him?" Ella said with a light laugh, her gaze locking onto Hannah's.
Hannah shook her head quickly, her eyes betraying genuine concern. "But…"
"Trust me, okay?" Logan reassured her gently. Hannah pouted but reluctantly stepped aside.
Ella glanced at her, noting the anxious expression in her eyes. For a moment, Ella nearly forgot this was the woman she despised most, now standing beside her.
"Mr. Scott, are you absolutely sure about this?" Ella asked.
"Of course! No regrets!" Logan replied confidently as he raised his gun and began firing.
Three consecutive shots hit the ninth ring of the target—an impressive feat for someone who wasn't a professional marksman.