Divorce is the Best Choice novel (Sarah and Jason)
Chapter 146

Chapter 146 She is my ex-wife

The following day, in New York.

Sarah got up very early. The clothes she changed yesterday were also washed and dried by her.

She put on her clothes and waited for Jason in the living room.

Half an hour later, they finished breakfast together and set out.

They went to a gun club in New York. It was a membership club, and they had to get the appropriate introduction letter and go through the membership procedures. Jason had already prepared.

An hour later, they arrived at the gun club.

Jason was familiar with the person in charge of the club. When he saw Jason, he smiled and said, "long time no see, Jason."

"We haven't seen each other for a long time," said Jason.

"Who is this?" the person in charge asked as he looked at Sarah.

With his eyes darkened, Jason said, "She is..."

"I'm his friend, Sarah." Before he could finish his words, Sarah introduced herself.

Her intuition told her that if she didn't interrupt him, the answer he said must be something she

didn't want to hear.

Jason took a deep look at her.

He did want to say, wife.

"This way, please." the person in charge looked at the two people with a meaningful look and then warmly greeted them, "There will be professional personnel to teach you shooting later. Follow

me."

The two followed him silently.

Soon, they arrived at the shooting range.

Each of them was assigned a professional teacher to guide them.

The person in charge was named Tarik Thomson and was Andy Thomson's cousin. Seeing that Sarah was practicing seriously there, he whispered to Jason, "You two are not just friends, are you?" A female friend.

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He had never seen her before.

"Yes, we are not just friends," said Jason. He had been to the gun club many times and was very

familiar with these things.

Tarik was interested, "Really?"

"She is my ex-wife." Considering the reaction of Sarah, Jason didn't say she was his wife.

Tarik was stunned.

Ex-wife?

With surprise and astonishment in his eyes, he asked, "When did you get married? Why didn't I know? Did my brother know?" "He knew," said Jason flatly.

"How could you not tell me?" said Tarik emotionally, "Do you still take me as your friend? I wasn't even invited to your wedding party." Most importantly,

How could there be no media report on his wedding?

It was abnormal!

"We didn't hold a wedding ceremony," Jason said with a complicated expression.

He didn't say anything more. After listening to the professional explanation, he looked at Sarah, who had also attended to the description. Seeing this.

Tarik decided not to ask about their marriage and divorce. He asked, "Are you just having fun

today?"

"No, it's a competition,” said Jason, looking at the target fifty meters away.

Tarik was speechless.

He thought this guy was unreasonable.

He walked up to Sarah and said to her, "Sarah, let me shoot for you. He has practiced shooting since childhood, and the shooting record of my club is still his." "It's okay," said Sarah lightly.

"You really don't need my help?" Tarlk sald tenderly.

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He really couldn't bear to see such a beautiful and elegant girl lose.

In particular, lose to such a crafty man as Jason!

Sarah was almost familiar with all the guns. Looking at the gun in her hand, she got the familiar

feeling back. In the end, she just said, "No, thank you."

Noticing her cold refusal, Tarik didn't bother her too much.

In addition to the two professional staff who were watching them, Tarik also stayed. He was a little

curious about the expression of such a cold girl when she lost later.

"The result will be decided with five bullets. Let's see who will hit more rings," said Sarah, looking at Jason.

"Okay," said Jason.

He held the gun standing and shot the target fifty meters away.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"

After the five gunshots,

Jason finished shooting.

Fifty rings!

Both the people in the club and Tarik were not surprised at this result. They had seen him shooting before.

They had to go through the teaching process to consolidate and follow the rules in case anything happened.

Jason handed the gun to the staff and looked at Sarah on the other side.

Tarik was also watching.

He had thought that after the result of the fifty rings came out, that girl would be a little nervous. But now, Sarah seemed very calm, as if the fifty rings were just a trifle for her. Sarah pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

One shot.

The bullet pierced the air and hit the center of the target!

Seeing this, the professional standing next to her was stunned. His eyes were full of surprise.

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Ten rings!

Could this girl really be a green hand?

Tarik and Jason were also surprised.

The former was similar to the professional staff around Sarah, thinking she was too talented at hitting the bull's eye with her first shot.

But Jason was considering her identity."

She could quickly shoot poker cards and had excellent shooting skills. What else did she hide from him?

Before they return to their senses, Sarah shoots four more shots, and all hit the bull's eye like the

first one.

"You... Is it really your first time shooting? "he asked.

It was easy for him to shoot at a distance of fifty meters, and even all the professional

club could do it.

But the problem was, wasn't she a newbie?!

"I practiced before," answered Sarah, "But I haven't touched it for a long time."

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"Jason, it seems that your ex-wife is quite capable," said Tarik jokingly, with appreciation in his eyes, "It's not that easy for you to win her." Jason frowned.

Subconsciously, he didn't like the word "ex-wife."

Sarah looked at the outdoor shooting range, then at Jason, and said, "let's compete on the three hundred meters', and we could use one shot to determine the result." Tarik was shocked.

So did the staff.

Even Jason was a little surprised.

Seeing that Jason didn't answer, Tarik had to talk to Saralı.

He didn't want to see this little girl lose. Three hundred meters was a different thing compared to fifty meters!

"You'd better choose one hundred meters first. The difference between three hundred and fifty meters is too big, "Tarik said to Sarahi. "If you don't get used to it, you're likely to miss the target." What he thought was very simple.

If it was one hundred meters, Sarah still had a little hope.

If Jason's hand trembled or he didn't see clearly, Sarah would still have a chance to win.

"No, three hundred meters is good." Sarah looked at him and said calmly.