The Billionaire's Genius Wife



The two of them swiftly changed their clothes. They went downstairs to join the rest of the family, who were already engaged in lively conversation while savoring their breakfast.

"Sister-in-law, good morning," Carter was the first to notice Scarlett and Xander's arrival. He immediately pulled up a chair for her and smiled warmly. "Sis, hurry up and eat your breakfast. We have to go to the shooting range. You promised me we'd have a shooting competition this morning," Carter said enthusiastically.

"Good morning, Carter," Scarlett smiled and ignored his words. She gazed at Grandpa Riley and Aunt Martha, then greeted them warmly.

As she settled into her seat, Scarlett looked at Carter, who sat opposite her. She found it amusing how eager he was. "Why do you want to have a match with me? I'm not good at shooting, Carter!" she asked curiously.

Scarlett still couldn't understand why Carter knew she could wield a gun and why he was so eager to challenge her.

"Don't lie to me, sister!" Carter chuckled. "I know you're good at shooting!" he said, then chewed his food.

"Who told you?" She raised an eyebrow, wanting to know, but Carter ignored her question. Then, she turned to Xander and asked, "Xander, did you tell him?"

Xander, who had been busy chewing his food, abruptly stopped when he heard Scarlett ask him. He looked at her and shook his head. "Not me, babe!"

"Hahaha, it doesn't matter who told me, sis..." Carter laughed boom in the dining room. Then, he narrowed his eyes at her, "Sis, you already promised me, so don't back down."

"Carter! Don't pressure your sister-in-law if she doesn't want to," Grandfather Riley's firm voice suddenly sounded, making Carter flinch in surprise as he turned to look at him.

"B-But grandpa, I just want to see how skilled my sister-in-law is at shooting," he said.

"Grandpa, it's okay. I'll accept the challenge," Scarlett smiled awkwardly at Grandfather Riley. Then she directed her gaze at Carter and asked, "But Carter, you promised to grant me one wish if I win, right?" A mischievous smile slowly appeared at the corner of Scarlett's lips.

She wouldn't entertain Carter's challenge unless there was a reward. And, as expected, the foolish Carter had thoughtlessly agreed.

"Of course! I'm a man of my word. Whatever you wish for, I will fulfill it, sister!" Carter raised his chin proudly.

"Very well, brother-in-law!" Scarlett exclaimed, raising her glass of milk to seal the deal. She reiterated their agreement, ensuring that Grandpa Riley and the others would serve as witnesses if Carter refused to fulfill her request. She already had a plan in mind to teach this foolish Carter a lesson—she would ask for something that would be difficult for him to obtain.

Upon hearing Carter and Scarlett's conversation, Xander silently smiled. It seemed that his little brother would shed tears this morning.

Xander was well aware of his wife's shooting skills. While Carter was also skilled and had represented the country in the Olympics as part of the shooting team, his abilities would pale in comparison to Scarlett's. Even Xander himself had struggled to keep up with her during their training sessions a few weeks ago.

Before long,

Scarlett and Carter had arrived at the shooting range, which was not far from the main house of the Riley Mansion. Grandpa Riley and Xander were also present, while Aunt Martha stayed busy at home, preparing the menu for the New Year's party scheduled for the next day.

As Scarlett entered the large room filled with various weapons, ranging from small guns to automatic rifles, she was taken aback. It was her first time seeing this room, and she hadn't expected the Riley family to have such a well-equipped and technologically advanced armory within their residence.

Three male guards stood to watch over the room. Scarlett could tell from their posture that they were no ordinary individuals—they appeared to be highly skilled soldiers.

After silently observing the array of weapons in the room, Scarlett turned her attention to Carter, who was engrossed in conversation with one of the guards at the far end.

"Carter, could you explain how we're going to approach this shooting match?" she asked.

For Scarlett, it didn't matter whether they engaged in a casual shooting match at a certain distance or participated in a shooting competition using sniper rifles. In fact, she had no qualms about combat shooting either. She was accustomed to all of it—out in the field, where real lives were at stake, not just shooting at targets on a range.

Carter smiled as he walked over to Scarlett, his face beaming excitedly. "Sis, I have an idea," he said, clasping his hands together. He had just spoken to the guard and was thrilled to share their brilliant idea.

"Here's what I propose," Carter continued. "We'll have three competitions. First, you can choose the type of match you want. Then, I'll choose the one that I prefer. And finally, Grandpa will select the final match." He turned to their grandfather, who was seated on the sofa with Xander.

"What do you think, Grandpa?" Carter asked eagerly.

"Sounds good!" Walter Riley replied, nodding. Then he looked at Scarlett. "What do you think, Scarlett? Do you agree?"

"Yes, I agree, Grandpa!" Scarlett said happily. It would be more exciting if they had multiple matches rather than just one.

Xander stood up from his seat and approached Scarlett with a calm stride. He stood before her, placing his hand on her shoulder. "Babe, are you sure?" he asked, his tone teasing. He wanted to heighten the tension between them, knowing that Scarlett intended to teach his younger brother a lesson.

Carter gulped silently, sensing his brother's concern. He didn't want Xander to be angry because he had suggested three matches with his wife.

"S-Sister Scarlett, you can refuse if you're unsure," Carter said hurriedly. "I don't mind if we only have one match!"

Scarlett's upper lip lifted slightly, forming a beautiful smile as her eyes met Xander's serene blue gaze. In that fleeting moment, she relished the connection they seemed to share through their eyes.