Marry My Billionaire Second Husband - Chapter 108

Chapter 108: Crooked Vendor
“The agreement was that you hit all the red balloons within the first round of given shots,” the vendor said. He eyed Matteo, who stood behind Amelia. “We didn’t agree that someone else could assist you.”

“That’s right!” Emmeline agreed loudly. She was this close to flinging her hands up into the air in anger. How could Matteo willingly plaster himself to Amelia’s back, helping her to shoot? This was a blatantly unfair advantage and it caused Emmeline to lose focus, missing her shots.

“If I had Matteo assisting me from the very beginning, I would have beaten you before you even managed to shoot 5 balloons down. It’s not fair that you got help from Matteo― that just shows that you’re incapable of winning on your own!”

Matteo let out a low warning growl, causing Emmeline to take an instinctive step back.

“Let’s not kid ourselves,” Matteo said with a dismissive snort. “Your lack of skill is so apparent that not even I would be able to salvage your score.”

Amelia wore a patient smile on her face, even as her eyebrow twitched at the vendor’s blatant attempt to deny her the prize.

“We also didn’t agree that someone else couldn’t assist me,” Amelia pointed out. “If you wanted me to win this without help, you should have made it clear from the very beginning. Doing this now just makes you seem like a sore loser that’s refusing to hand the prize over despite the amount of money my fiancé and family have already paid you to play.”

“It’s a lot of money!” Aiden chimed in, slightly salty that Emmeline had used his cash instead of her own. The only silver lining was that Matteo hadn’t technically won, so he didn’t technically lose against him.

The vendor gaped at Amelia. “Why I never! If I let everyone cheat the way you did, I would be out of business! The purpose of this game is to gauge an individual’s shooting skills.”

“This is a carnival game, not the Olympics! Come on man, get off your high horse!” Aiden complained, disgruntled at the implication that he was a poor shooter. “I’ve used at least a hundred dollars so far on your little game. Is your toy made of gold?”

Emmeline whirled back to glare at him angrily, wordlessly demanding Aiden to keep his big mouth shut. He was supposed to be on her side! If Amelia got the toy, she and Aiden would have to leave them alone.

Meanwhile, Amelia’s hackles were raised. She had worked plenty of part-time jobs in carnivals, and hence she was knowledgeable enough about the tips and tricks stall owners used to cheat carnival attendees.

This vendor was definitely not innocent in the least. To think he had the nerve to accuse her of cheating!

“If we’re talking about cheating, you should be looking at your balloons instead,” Amelia said.

“What’s wrong with them?” The vendor retorted, refusing to be intimidated by this slip of a girl. “Young lady, being a sore loser is unattractive!”

“They’re under-inflated, and the bullets are blunted. Not to mention your gun triggers are so sensitive they go off at the slightest touch before one even actually takes aim. Even the scope on top of the pistol is crooked!” Amelia began, jabbing a finger at every single problem she could find.

The vendor’s face paled as she continued.

“So you’re deliberately making it impossible for most people to aim properly at their target, and even on the off chance they do manage to aim it, the bullet might not even pierce through the balloon properly to count!”

The people waiting in the queue behind them began to murmur to themselves as they realized the truth of her words.

“Hey, she’s got a point here… the scope is crooked…”

“The balloons are hanging so lowly too…”

“No wonder even Old Bailey couldn’t win this game― and he was a sharpshooter in the military!”

“Don’t listen to her! She’s spewing nonsense!” the vendor yelled, his face red with indignation. “I’ll sue you―”

“Not if I sue you first! Give me back my money!” Aiden demanded, nearly grabbing the vendor by his collar to shake him.

“Let go of me or I’ll call the cops!” the vendor exclaimed shakily, which seemed to incense Aiden further.

“Call them then! I’m not afraid of you! We’ll see who ends up behind bars, you scammer―”

Matteo would have loved to see his brother be booked for assault, but Amelia had already stepped forward, trying to pull them apart. “Aiden, let him― Oof―!”

In the ensuing struggle, Aiden accidentally smacked Amelia in the chest, causing her to stumble back, winded.

“Amelia! Are you alright?!” Aiden exclaimed, the strangling of the vendor forgotten. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

“It’s fine,” Amelia said hastily, but Matteo’s face darkened.

“She’s fine, no thanks to you. Have some decorum― how can you pick a fight in public?” Matteo barked out, upset.

Aiden’s face colored in shame, and he scowled, refusing to be cowed by Matteo’s holier-than-thou attitude. His brother was such a stick in the mud, but he often acted like he was so much better than Aiden.

“Well, I wasn’t going to let this person scam us without consequences! Brother, you should be madder too! Amelia’s not going to get her toy after all our hard work!”

“It’s fine,” Amelia repeated with a sigh. “Now that it has come to this, let’s just go. No toy is worth this much mess.”

Emmeline gnashed her teeth. Amelia Kentwood was playing both men like a fiddle, and no one was aware of her manipulations. After making such a big fuss over this toy, she was simply going to give up and make herself seem like a magnanimous person for not pursuing the matter.

Her fingers instinctively curled themselves into fists, but in her anger, she had forgotten that she was still holding onto the pistol. A pistol with a highly sensitive trigger.

Said pistol was pointed in Amelia’s direction, with Emmeline’s finger pressing down on the trigger.