Master Byron's eyes lit up when he saw Michelle.

He was unaware that Lynlo was now Michelle's number one dislike, followed by the culprit, Walton.

Just hearing the surname "Walton" made her furious.

Today, not only did Lynlo's shameful act humiliate her, but more importantly, Michelle was embarrassed in front of the whole class.

Now everyone knows –

She, Miss Michelle, actually used counterfeit magical props.

After being exposed by her classmates, she became angry and even cast a dangerous fireball spell. However, the fireball spell created by the counterfeit magical attire was easily dispelled with a snap of someone's fingers.

Michelle had never been wronged before.

With the financial power of her family, how could they possibly buy fake goods?

Clearly, those bastards from the Walton store had deceived her.

Master Byron had no idea and approached with a flattering look on his face:

"Dear Miss Michelle! This robe is absolutely perfect for you! The Gift of Flame's Robe, a rare new product from our magical attire store under the Walton family, I thought it would complement your beautiful temperament when we received it!"

Master Byron suddenly transformed into a bootlicker and came forward to take credit in front of Michelle.

"If I had the good fortune to be in that store at the time, I would definitely not let those idiots take your money! To be able to personally present it to you would be my greatest honor!"

Byron's voice was elegant, and his posture was also quite poised.

Although he was in front of Professor Mediterranean, Byron wasn't afraid of being in a relationship or breaking any rules. Rules were made for ordinary people, and he was not ordinary.

After all, he had bribed Professor Mediterranean before!

The Walton family itself was one of the largest shareholders of the academy.

Master Byron continued to flatter Michelle, even if she didn't show any response, he would remain a bootlicker to the end.

In Byron's eyes, how could this be considered bootlicking?

Michelle was his to claim~

It's just that girls always have to act coy at times, pretending not to care about you, testing your sincerity – it's all small matters.

Such a narcissistic bootlicker, there's really no one like him.

Do wealthy people find bootlicking easier? No, but they become even more narcissistic.

However, today Michelle didn't brush him off or ignore him. Instead, her eyes turned cold, almost as if she wanted to kill:

"––Get lost!"

Byron was dumbfounded.

Michelle had received etiquette education and rarely lost her composure, which is why his bootlicking behavior hadn't been severely affected until today.

But if Michelle behaved like this today, something must have happened to put her in a bad mood.

"Did Professor Mediterranean criticize you? Miss Michelle is so lovely, how could the teacher bear to criticize her? A girl like her should be cherished!"

Master Byron saw Michelle had just come out of Professor Mediterranean's office.

Professor Mediterranean was the head of discipline at the academy and was primarily responsible for maintaining order. Byron thought that must be the reason.

If he stood up for Michelle, wouldn't that make him a real man? Instantly igniting the charm of a man that would make her fall in love?

Thinking of this, Master Byron felt so proud that he could almost produce bubbles of snot.

He patted his chest self-assuredly, "Miss Michelle is undoubtedly the most outstanding girl I have ever seen. I guarantee, on behalf of the reputation of the Walton family, that she is absolutely––"

"You! Get! Lost!"

Michelle said each word with emphasis, giving Byron exactly what she despised. She was already annoyed with Byron, and he kept bringing up Walton.

And the reputation of the Walton family?

In Miss Michelle's mind, the Walton family had no reputation left!

"Miss Michelle?"Lord Byron had never seen Michelle get so angry before, and he was also flustered for a moment.

"Don't let me see you again!"

After Michelle finished speaking, she left angrily, stomping on the ground with her little boots as if venting her anger on the floor.

"Byron, you should go back to class as well," sighed the Mediterranean teacher.

Byron didn't understand Michelle's thoughts, let alone the teacher who came here as a single person.

Although... the Mediterranean teacher came as a single person.

Lord Byron felt frustrated and knew that he couldn't let the matter rest. The first thing he needed to do was find out why Michelle was angry.

He usually didn't stay in the classroom, but instead audited the magic department. This time, he came back specifically for Miss Michelle, which also moved him a bit.

Back in the classroom, he asked his little brother for information.

"What happened to Michelle today?" he wrote on a small note, crumpled it up, and threw it to his little brother.

This method was primitive but effective.

After a while, the note was thrown back:

"Let's not talk about it. It's because that Lynlo in our class actually lifted Miss Michelle's skirt!"

"Damn it, Lynlo! How dare you touch the future Mrs. Byron? I'll make sure you pay for this! I haven't even seen what's under Michelle's skirt myself!"

Byron squeezed the note tightly in his hand, secretly determined in his heart.

At that moment--

"Byron, can you please repeat the meditation formula I just taught?" came the voice of the teacher from the podium.

"Uh..."

"You can't even learn the basics properly and you want to skip grades by relying on your family's means? That's very wrong!"

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At the same time, Lynlo, who was holding his "spoils," sneezed.

"Detected... resentment from [Byron Walton]. Collection in progress..."

Lord Byron? How did I provoke him?

Lynlo didn't know.

I mean, you're a grown man, and I haven't lifted your skirt or touched your breast, have I?