Nel tensed.
Tristan clenched and relaxed his fists.
He immediately understood the tactics of this bully. He was just trying to look better in front of Dominic and Rebecca by stepping on Nel's head.
But what this man didn't understand was that bullying Nel was like kicking a puppy. Sure, he was the easiest target—naivete was written on his forehead—but attacking him only made you look like the worst person to ever walk the Earth!
Instead of the agreeing smirks, the arrogant blogger was met with cold frowns.
"Hm? And who are you? It's quite rude to just approach without even introducing yourself!" Rebecca said, staring him down.
The blogger stuttered.
"But—But you know me, Ms. Hale! Miles Stone, we've spoken at—"
Rebecca scoffed.
"I must've forgotten, because it wasn't worth my attention."
Tristan snickered and patted Nelson's shoulder. He whispered in his ear, but loud enough for Miles to hear.
