You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 1823

Chapter 1823: Top Prize

On the other side, not far from the haunted house.

Fair looked left and right at the coming and going crowds, spaced out.

Just then Justin came over with an ice cream for her, chocolate chip cookie dough flavored, topped with crushed peanuts.

He handed it to Fair and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Fair shook her head. "I seemed to glimpse a familiar figure just now. But there's so many people, I probably saw wrong."

More and more people gathered around the haunted house, it was the busiest time at the amusement park. With her height she basically couldn't see anything beyond three meters.

Justin smiled. "It's your first time in Khebury. How could you run into someone you know? Eat your ice cream before it melts."

"Okay." Fair accepted the ice cream and took a big satisfying bite.

"So delicious, thank you Uncle Henderson." She smiled, revealing two cute dimples. Although Justin had adopted her and gone through the formal procedures, they had agreed privately that she would still call him uncle.

"Having fun? It's about time we get going. I just came back to Khebury temporarily today to take care of some things. We need to catch the evening flight back to Mufron." Justin reminded.

"Uncle Henderson, I've had lots of fun, thank you. I'm really happy." Fair was very sensible. Having the carefree life she did now was already a blessing from heaven.

From birth she had never received warmth from elders, never had company, never received a single word of true care, never received a real education.

She looked down at the exquisite, high-end pink dress she wore, the soft patent leather shoes, the name brand bag on her shoulder, and the latest high-tech phone that belonged to her.

She had gone from a helpless orphan to a refined little lady.

All this was bestowed upon her by Justin.

"Let's go." Justin smiled gently at Fair. Their elegant figures left the amusement park.

Fair skipped along behind him, occasionally glancing back. How strange, she really seemed to have seen Anderson just now. She pouted, it must have been her longing creating illusions.

But it was fine. She had new motivation now.

She would be the best version of herself and one day stand before Anderson again with a brand new image.

They gradually went further away.

On Anderson's side, Joyce had brought him to the shooting games.

The air guns at the amusement park were suitable for little kids, not real shooting ranges. Huge boards were covered in all kinds of colorful balloons. The rules were simple - pop thirty balloons to get the top prize of a huge stuffed animal. Next were the first, second, third prizes, and participation prize.

After Luther paid, Joyce personally chose a gun.

She tested the aim and found one with minimal deviation, handing it to Anderson.

A nearby parent who had brought his around ten-year-old to play saw Anderson holding the gun and couldn't help laughing. "Oh dear, isn't he too young? His little hands probably can't even pull the trigger."

Another person said, "Just for fun, who expects to win prizes. Let the kid mess around, why butt in?"

The first parent said, "But he can't even reach the counter."

"Your kid shoots pretty well. Popped over twenty, looks like he can get second prize."

"Yeah, I always thought he had good aim since little."

"Have you considered sending him for shooting lessons? Best to start young. Not for competitions, but I heard it really helps with college applications later. Mufron unis look most at extracurriculars."

"Oh really, I'll ask about it later."

Joyce heard the side chatter but paid it no mind.

She said to the boss, "Excuse me, could I get a little stool for the child to stand on?"

The boss smiled obligingly. "Sure, just a moment."