Chapter 71

Even though Dylan's dad had warned him again and again not to mess with Elizabeth, the guy just couldn't hold back his smug self. "Shooting's all about skill, right? Some country bumpkins who don't even know how to hold a gun might as well quit now before making fools of themselves." He didn't name names, but everyone knew who he meant—Elizabeth. And of course, she got the message loud and clear. With a smirk playing on her lips, she replied, "You're totally right, Mr. Jensen. Half the city's rich kids and a bunch of media folks are watching today. Losing would be seriously embarrassing. Especially for someone with arms that short—bet you can't even hold a gun steady. Might wanna go home early?" "Hahaha..." As soon as she finished, laughter broke out among the crowd. Sure, the Jensens had money and Dylan wasn't exactly ugly, but at only 168 cm tall, even his hidden lifts barely brought him up to 175. His height was a sensitive subject—a sore spot he hoped no one would poke. And now Eli