Gabby glared at the phone, dotted with diamonds. She had the urge to flush it down the toilet.

But Evan seemed to read her mind, "If you want any work in show business, keep using the phone."

Her SIM card was custom-made. It was difficult to change numbers. So she had to use it without changing her numbers.

Evan knew Avery would get in touch with Gabby, so he could not allow her to change numbers before that.

Gabby nodded and put her phone away, thinking she just would not answer if Avery called her.

But Evan gave her another warning, "It does you no good not answering the call."

Gabby's hand shook a bit. And she smiled, "I would not do that. Although I don't know what your fight about is, I want you to get back soon."

Avery only told her that the scar on her daughter's face was because of Evan. She had to take her side for that alone.

So she really didn't mean what she said.

The bodyguard escorted Gabby out. Tinder came in with a bunch of files, and a new id, "Sir, the new id is out, but..."

Tinder paused and resumed talking, "But it is still difficult to enter B Country. They adopt fingerprints and iris identification..."

Evan squeezed the new id. The name and the photo were both changed. But he didn't think of fingerprints and iris identification. Did Avery know he planned to sneak in with a new id?

His woman was quite smart.

Bang.

Avery, in B Country, took a shot at the target.

But for some reason, her hand shook, and she missed the bull's-eye.

Underneath the sun, in the swiftness of wind, Avery's skin was tender as water, and her lips were as rosy as cherries. She wore the white suit, with white pants and white knight boots, which reached a balance between masculinity and gentleness.

A man in black uniform came over, blushing, grabbed her arm, and lifted it up, "Your highness, aim and pull the trigger."

Then a handsome bodyguard approached Avery and thought she was the black flower blossoming in the darkness. She was deadly alluring.

He couldn't help giving up to her.

She had the perfect figure even if she had had the baby. She was more mature and less naive.

It was the right age for women.

The bodyguard was too close, and Avery moved forward. But he adjusted his position to be close to her.

Avery didn't like being too close to strange men. She frowned and pointed the gun at his head.

He was terrified and raised both his hands to surrender.

Avery still held the gun at him, "Go over there," and looked at the target. She meant to let him be the target.

No one could defy a princess's orders. Other bodyguards understood Avery was making an example out of him.

This was what happened to anybody that dared to offend her.

"Your highness," the bodyguard was shocked and embarrassed, "I'm only..."

"I don't care. I'm ordering you to go over there."

The bodyguards were here because Logan asked them to teach Avery riding and shooting. But it didn't mean they could offend her.

The man was pointed at by Avery and couldn't defy her orders. So he turned around and started walking.

Avery kept pointing the gun at his head. He kept raising both hands up, "Your highness, I'm sorry."

The man said sorry first because he didn't want to be the target.

Bang.

There was smoke coming from Avery's gun. Looking at the target, Avery saw the bodyguard standing there without emotions. He was shocked.

Above 10cm of his head, there was a bullet hole.

If Avery missed 10cm, the man would be dead.

The bodyguard was too shaken up to stand upright. Avery yelled at him, "Get straight."

Then he got up again.

He looked at the gun that pointed at his head, shaking.

Avery was a tough woman.

"Your highness, I'm sorry. I shouldn't offend you. No—"

Avery smiled and aimed at the place above his shoulder. As long as he didn't move about, he wouldn't be hit.

Avery aimed and pulled the trigger. The shot was fired. The bodyguard was shaking and trying to dodge it out of instinct. He got down. The bullet went through the paper target and left a hole.

"Tie him up."

Another two bodyguards came over with the rope. They marched over and tied him up.

"Your highness, " the man couldn't help trembling. Avery sneered at his timidness. She fired and aimed at his arm, but another shot was also fired.

A bullet came from the right and got her bullet down.

It was incredible to take her bullet down in such a short time. Whoever fired must be one hell of a shooter.

She looked at the direction of the fired shots. A nobleman circled the gun in his hands before tossing it to the bodyguard following him.

The man looked at her without any feelings and turned his head away soon.

The woman next to him with curly hair smiled. She held his arm and stood next to him. They looked like a match in terms of looks and their family backgrounds. James was the prince, and Erin Darling was a social elite. Her father was the Chancellor of Treasure.

"I would like to apologize to the sudden intrusion, Your highness, " Erin Darling stood there with a smile while holding James's arm, "James is afraid the bodyguard would get hurt. He did it out of kindness. Please forgive him if he offends you in any way."

Avery shrugged off and put her gun away. She ordered them to release the tied man. Erin walked to Avery, "Your highness, what a unique pistol, can I see it?"

The pistol was the one that Evan gave to her. She always carried it with her. She was used to the pistol and could not get used to the bigger guns right away.

Avery handed the pistol over to Erin. She got hold of it and suddenly pointed the gun at Avery's head.