NovelOnlineChapter 1200: With that, she stood up, and the others followed.
Rosalie stayed seated, unwilling to get up, but Zack wasn't having any of it. He gave her a sharp warning. “You did this to yourself, pushing things this far. Now that you've lost, get up and face your punishment. Whatever it is, you have to take it!" Rosalie shot him a furious look. "Even you won't help me!" Zack gave a mocking laugh. "You only have yourself to blame. Who else is there to blame?" Rosalie scoffed, shaking off his hand, and hurried to catch up with the others.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSoon, they reached a nearby shooting range.
As they neared, the lights around the range flickered on, shining brightly against the dark backdrop of the woods.
"Miss Liam, please." Corrine tilted her head slightly and motioned for Rosalie to stand in front of the target.
Rosalie felt a wave of fear rush over her. She gritted her teeth, trying to stay composed. "What exactly are you up to?" Corrine noticed the pale color creeping onto Rosalie's face and smirked. "So, you're not as brave as you pretend to be." Rosalie's fists tightened at her sides. She didn't speak, her eyes locked on Corrine.
Just then, Mandy stepped forward and, with respect, handed a bow and arrows to Corrine. "Miss Holland, here are the things you asked for." "Thank you." "You're welcome." Mandy spoke, then stepped forward, offering Rosalie a red apple. "Miss Liam, this is for you." The others had a general idea of what was happening.
Rosalie glanced down at the apple, then shifted her gaze to the bow and arrows in Corrine's hands. A tight knot formed in her chest as a sudden feeling of dread rose. "Do you know what you're doing?" This wasn't just a punishment; it felt like an attempt on her life! With the night growing darker and visibility poor, if Corrine missed, the consequences could be disastrous.
Corrine slipped her finger around the bowstring and turned toward Rosalie. “Miss Liam, you lost the bet. Go stand over there." Her voice, though casual, carried unmistakable authority.
Corrine had never been one to tolerate strangers, especially those she found unpleasant. Just sitting at the stable as Rosalie had worn down what little patience she had.
This woman had not only shown hostility toward her but had also spread false stories about her and Hawk. Rosalie should have known better than to provoke her.
Rosalie's eyes locked onto the bow in Corrine's grip. A chill shot through sank as her, and her heart sank as if dropped into freezing water. Her whole body trembled, her face drained of color.
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