"Wait."
Clara shouted, panting heavily because her heart had been broken by his words.
Turning her pain into wicked glee, she smiled at Cassie with a look of contempt before shifting her gaze to Miles with pride and smugness in her voice as she spoke.
" You think you won? Your sister has already lost. She has no dancer. So I'm definitely advancing to the Principal Division."
" Huh?"
Puzzled, Miles glanced at Cassie and saw she lowered her head slightly and clenched her hand to a fist.
'Seems pretty important to her,' Miles thought, grasping a bit of understanding of the importance of Principal Division.
Seeing Miles was puzzled and Cassie unable to refute, Clara couldn't be more pleased.
"Now who is the loser?" She sneered.
'No way, I'm letting you win.'
Irritated by how haughty she looked, he stared at her with disdain.
" You bet. Even if you begged I wouldn't let your plank ass suck my dick."
