“Drape a stone in silk and jewels, and it still won’t become a gem,” Dustin said indifferently.

As soon as he said that, Phoebe’s face darkened.

Everyone could tell the remark was a jab at her.

“Who do you think you are? How dare you show up here? This isn’t a place for the likes of you. Someone, get him out of here!” she ordered coldly.

Her lackeys leaped into action and stormed toward Dustin in menace.

Dustin remained unfazed but waved his hand abruptly.

“Ah—!”

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The lackeys were thrown back like rag dolls and rolled across the ground in a heap. Their faces were bruised and battered.

The spectacle stunned the students at the ball.

“Looks like Irene’s date is quite something,” someone murmured.

“A bunch of fools!” Phoebe spat angrily.

Dustin turned to Irene. “Sorry for the delay. I had something urgent to take care of.”

“It’s okay. You’re here now. That’s all that matters,” Irene said and shook her head.

She turned to look at Pho