He brought her here...? Aurelia Shaw thought about his identity, was he trying to show off his charm to her?

Mason Nightshade couldn't be that childish, could he?

Based on his behavior over the past couple of days, it was entirely possible he would pull a stunt like this.

But this time, Aurelia really overthought.

She followed Mason Nightshade into the shooting range.

Three people were sitting in the booth, and upon noticing their arrival, they stopped talking and looked over. When their gaze fell on Aurelia, it instinctively deepened, with a dangerous signal of a man wanting to hunt a woman flashing in their eyes.

The atmosphere around Mason Nightshade instantly turned sharp, his cold, piercing gaze swept over the three of them, and the surrounding air exuded a heavy and intense vibe.

The three shivered, waking up instantly, realizing they had harbored malicious thoughts towards Mason Nightshade's woman, feeling a chill of fear in their hearts.

Everyone in the circle knew how much Mason Nightshade pampered his wife, spending lavishly just to make her smile—this was headline news in the business tabloids.

Even having a sliver of evil thought about his wife would get them bitten by this wolf.

They certainly didn't want to offend him.

"This must be the sister-in-law." The older middle-aged man stood up with a smile, expertly easing the atmosphere—his social skills clearly those of a seasoned veteran. "Mason was just talking about you to us earlier; I didn't expect you to be even more beautiful in person than on TV. My wife watches your dramas every day and considers you an idol. If she knew I had an appointment with you, she would definitely ask me to get your autograph."

The man holding a cigarette between his fingers nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, yes. My daughter is also your fan; she's always watching your dramas and likes you a lot!"

As he said this, he glanced at Mason Nightshade's expression, and upon seeing it relax a little, he quietly exhaled a sigh of relief.

Aurelia smiled modestly.

But in her heart, she couldn't bring herself to like these people.

Judging by their attire, she could guess they were affluent people, who probably often treated women as prey to be captured. Although she was also among the high society, she really didn't like these kinds of people.

Even in her most rebellious years, she had never associated with such people. She really had no fondness for people who didn't respect women.

However.

Society isn't as forgiving as youthful rebelliousness; sometimes you have to deal with such people as they have more resources at their disposal.

"Mr. Nightshade, did you bring your wife here as reinforcements?" laughed the young man leaning against the wall.

Aurelia noticed his unique outfit, not something you could easily buy in stores; it looked like something runway models would wear, and the man had the height and looks that resembled a model.

But what he just said...

She sharply raised her eyebrows, lifted her chin, and looked at him with a cool, challenging intent in her eyes.

Raymond Cooper felt surprised but quickly understood why Mason Nightshade was so calm this time. He was totally confident that his wife wouldn't suffer any losses from them.

But simply not letting his wife suffer losses was not in the style of the scheming Mason Nightshade.

Mason Nightshade walked over, picked up a gun, and asked her, "Want to play?"

Aurelia's eyes immediately lit up; to say she wasn't interested would be a lie. Interest in guns isn't the sole province of men; sometimes women also want to hold a gun.

She walked over, held the gun, and suddenly remembered something as she raised it.

Her sharp gaze provocatively looked towards the young man.

"Want to have a competition?" she asked.