’Cassie has a brother?’

The thought resounded in their minds. The girls couldn’t believe it.

’She has a brother and he looks this good?’

Clara’s heart clenched with both jealousy and instant infatuation.

Usually it would be Miles bragging about how beautiful his sisters were. But after the system rewarded him with charm attributes, his looks were upgraded to par.

Beside Clara, Jamie saw his girlfriend’s enchanted look as she stared at Miles and could only grit his teeth.

’Bitch.’

He cursed, regretting that he hadn’t pursued Cassie to stay loyal to her.

The other boys felt the same way as they saw their girls being charmed by Miles like chaff by the wind.

"What are you doing here?"

Suddenly, Cassie stuttered, her eyes a mix of confusion and unexpected cuteness.

" I came to pick you up with Mom."

He said, turning his head from her to face the group.

"Which bastard called her a wretch ?"

He asked, his voice dripping with disdain and malice as his eyes scanned everyone.

The girls instinctively cowered in fright under his stare and the boys didn’t dare meet his gaze. Except for one person of course, Jamie.

Raising his head with arrogance and false courage, he met Miles’ gaze. His expression like "...and what can you do?".

"I said it."

Miles broke a chilling smile. Without hesitation he stretched out his hand to grab the guy’s neck.

His action was swift, ruthless as the others could only widen their eyes in shock .

However, halfway through, Cassie stopped him.

" Stop."

She shouted with a hint of panic in her tone.

Miles’ hand froze inches away from his target and withdrew.

The group involuntarily took a step back, horror gripping their hearts tightly as they stared at Miles as if he were a demon.

Especially Jamie, his face broke with sweat and he subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

Seeing Miles withdraw his hand, Cassie felt a wave of relief wash over her. Her heart palpated in shock, a warm feeling surging through her that her brother would stand up for her in any situation.

If they weren’t in school she would have perhaps let him beat up Jamie, getting revenge for her accumulated grievance. But not here.

If anything happened, she would be held responsible and probably expelled.

Miles furrowed his brows as he turned to Cassie, his gaze soft.

"Why did you stop me?"

He asked unwillingly.

Cassie shook her head with a solemn smile.

" The school doesn’t tolerate physical escalation. Dummy, do you want me expelled?"

Hitting his arm, Cassie puffed her cheeks and turned to the group who were silent and in shock.

With Miles by her side, she suddenly realised how fragile and little they were.

Seeing this, Clara’s eyes shone with a complicated glint.

’No, no, no, no. Noooooo!’

Inwardly, her reality came crashing down.

’How can this be? She looks good. She’s better at ballet than I am. And her brother is this... this handsome too? Why? How?’

Clara stared at the sibling duo, the feeling of inferiority that she tried to hold down could no longer be suppressed.

Sensing Miles’ nonchalant gaze, she trembled slightly in shame. Her body was a clean slate with nothing to show or flaunt. How could he possibly have interest in her?

"So much for being shameless—" Miles began.

Since he couldn’t beat them up, he was going to brutalise their mind so hard they would have a nightmare.

" One, two, three... eight... ten. Against one girl you are all older than.

Funny. I wonder what made y’all arrogant. Walking sticks with square shape?

Looking at you five, even my pencil sharpener has curves. Chopped ducks trying to oppress a swan?

Dream on, even after 10 plastic surgeries I bet a fortune that you still wouldn’t look like this."

Before Cassie could react, he took a step back, grabbed her hand and turned her in a 360.

"You like what you see? Well, I bet you did cause you dream of it every night after crying about your fucked up lives."

Miles grinned. Seeing Clara and the other girls trembling slightly as tears welled in their eyes. He was briefly reminded of how generators often behaved before turning on.

"Ahh." There was a light gasp as Miles used the opportunity to grab Cassie by her waist, pulling her into his embrace as he hinted at her waist and ass that weren’t flat but small.

As expected the guys instinctively trailed his hands and stared at her back view.

"Losers. I bet you must have jerked off a couple of times to this.

How did it feel ? Great wasn’t it?"

Miles sneered.

Exposed, the guys’ faces turned green with restrained anger. Fortunately the girls were too overwhelmed to notice.

" Stop, let go of me, you pervert."

Feeling his firm grip around her waist, Cassie could tell based on the movement of his fingers that he was enjoying it and instantly cursed him

" Chill sis. Hehehe—"

Grinning, Miles showed a smug smile, dealing another blow to the guys.

Sensing his intent, Cassie blushed and stayed silent.

"Seems like I wasn’t off the charts. Girls, look at that. I’m sure these losers never grew an erection dancing around you. Wanna place a wager that they would form a tent if my sisters placed her hands on their shoulders?"

His every word was like a bullet that pierced them. None spared, Miles let go of Cassie’s face and she quickly hid her blush.

’Damn. I always knew it would feel good to have my hands around her waist but not this great.’

Miles inwardly cursed, feeling a sense of loss when he let go.

No one spoke, the girls were still trying to hold back falling tears and the boys were too ashamed to speak.

Miles shook his head, turning to Cassie.

"Damn. How was your previous partner able to hold back around you." He couldn’t help but ask since he had heard the part she no longer had a dance partner.

Dumbfounded, Cassie coldly harrumphed and turned away.

"He is gay." She said.

"Well, that’s a surprise. Pick your backpack, let’s go."

" Okay."

Just as they were about to leave.

" Wait." Clara shouted at them.