She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 318

Silence slammed down on the range.

Even on a stationary target, a perfect score was rare. On a moving target? It bordered on unreal.

“Check her rifle!” someone shouted. “Something’s wrong with it! The commander must’ve rigged it!”

Lucian—dragged into it without warning—smiled faintly. “I don’t cheat.”

Loyce handed the rifle over without a hint of defensiveness. After a thorough inspection, the tech shook his head. “Weapon’s normal.”

“Again!” the soldiers called, unwilling to swallow it.

Lucian finally pushed off the wall and walked forward. “Fine. Switch to pistols. Fifty meters, rapid fire. If you lose again…” His tone turned cool. “You’re the ones catching the fish.”

This time Loyce chose a Glock 17. She didn’t even take a textbook stance—just raised it one-handed, the other hand tucked casually into her pocket.

“Ready—go!”

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Again: ten shots that came out like a single, continuous rip.

The spotter’s voice practically shook with excitement. “Ten rounds… all tens… again!”

Luca shot alongside her this round and also scored perfectly—but for him it was the result of years of training and talent.

This girl, who looked barely out of college?

How?

He couldn’t help asking, “Did you train professionally? That’s… insane.”

“I go to the range sometimes,” Loyce said, setting the gun down. “You can start fishing.”

No one insisted on a third round. One look at her calm, unbothered face told them she hadn’t even broken a sweat. If they kept pushing, it wouldn’t be “competition” anymore—it would just be humiliation.

The rest was handed to Lucian. He submitted the evidence Loyce had compiled, along with testimony from the rescued children who had been trafficked offshore.

Piece by piece, the truth was dragged into daylight: Gavin’s abuse of his position to run a cross-border organ trafficking operation, and the deliberate downgrade of emergency medical supplies on naval vessels—evidence pointing straight to embezzlement of taxpayer funds.

The Quinn family tried to salvage their reputation and fortune by leaning on patents and licensing, but Loyce’s newly designed emergency equipment made them obsolete. A Navy directive terminated the contract with the Quinns and replaced their systems with Loyce’s.

Lucian asked her once if she wanted to be publicly credited as the lead designer. She refused. She wasn’t chasing fame, and during the press briefing, Lucian deliberately blurred the name of the “chief designer” until the media lost interest.

Sapphire also testified and held her own press conference. She presented herself as someone willing to stand against her own family for the sake of justice, and her public role as director of Blossom Hospital quickly drew major attention.

And strangely, she didn’t hate Loyce the way she used to. Seeing Loyce’s methods on that ship had changed something.

When reporters asked about her relationship with Lucian, Sapphire answered calmly, “We’re friends.”

At this point, even if someone handed her courage by the bucket, she wouldn’t dare compete with Loyce for anything—least of all a man. Not against someone who could smile like an angel and move like the devil.