Taboo Stepson System

Chapter 184: Dealing with a ‘Karen’

"Who are you? Who brought you here? Where are you from?"

The consecutive series of questions said in an extremely rude and authoritative manner left Jazmín stunned—in fact, totally speechless.

She stared wide-eyed at the woman before her, and one word appeared in her mind.

’A Karen?’

A self-entitled, demanding, rude, and overly self-important bitch that thinks she is the law and has the power to decide who gets to live. Jazmín saw through the woman’s demeanor right away, and her face changed when she saw the way everyone was silently staring at her—like an outcast who had begged her way here.

In an instant, her rage sparked. The carefree temperament surrounding her vanished like a tide and was replaced with an equally crazed look, matching the vibe.

"Excuse me? I beg your pardon? Did I hear you clearly?"

Her voice thundered, causing the woman to reel from the shock, not expecting such a swift rebuttal from someone she considered lowly and a prey.

"Oh, no. Becky is at it again."

The other women lying on the loungers were instantly attracted to the commotion and whispered among themselves; some were frowning, some were supportive, and others just wanted to watch the show. At this moment, Miles broke through the water’s surface and inhaled loudly due to holding his breath underwater for more than two minutes.

However, his appearance went unnoticed due to the ongoing face-off between Jazmín and the Karen named Becky. Miles was stunned by the scene and watched to see what had happened.

"Excuse me? Did you just bark at me?"

Kpa!

There was no climax at all; the woman swung her hand swiftly, slapping Jazmín.

"Ahhh!"

Not just Miles, but everyone opened their mouths in shock, too astounded to speak. Jazmín, on the other hand, was in total disbelief, but Becky didn’t seem to care. After listening to what her daughter said, this girl was a lower-class girl brought by one of the neighbors’ sons, so she probably lacked influence and backing.

"Fuck."

Miles’ fury sparked and he grabbed the edge, stepping out of the pool. Before he could straighten his back to stand properly, a more thunderous slap sounded—it was on a totally different level.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

A sharp scream echoed as Becky stepped back and fell down, clutching her face. The disorienting pain, mixed with so much shock and disbelief, left her in a muddled state of mind.

Penelope stared at her mother’s figure lying on the floor with one hand on her cheek and felt furious.

"You!"

She stomped her foot and wanted to slap Jazmín. But just as Miles wanted to react, Jazmín coldly caught Penelope’s hand mid-air and delivered another remarkable slap that sent her stumbling.

Everyone reeled from the sight of the mother-and-daughter duo, with many yet to comprehend the reason behind what had just happened.

Just then...

"Fucking bitch! Who the fuck do you think you are? You dare lay your hands on me?"

Pissed, Jazmín stared at the woman in fury. Being slapped out of the blue for no reason with such audacity almost made her lose her sanity from rage.

"You!"

Becky pointed at Jazmín with trembling fingers and slowly got to her feet.

"How dare you?"

Though angered, she didn’t dare strike this time and stared at Jazmín with hate, pretending to be a victim right away.

"I’ll sue you. This is an estate-exclusive party. Go back to wherever you came from! Or you’ll regret coming out of your mother’s womb."

She ground her teeth.

Unnoticed at this moment, a group comprising five stunning and sexy ladies walked in—two mothers and three daughters. They had just glanced around when they noticed the unfolding scene and stood in shock.

Standing next to Jazmín, Miles frowned and stepped forward. As her guide, Jazmín wasn’t supposed to encounter any trouble, much less be assaulted.

Everything had developed too fast for him to step in on time. But now, seeing how this woman continued to run her mouth like she was the final authority, his eyes glinted coldly.

When he stepped forward, the eyes of the spectating women widened in surprise as their gaze fell on his striking physique—better than their sons’. And like a chain reaction, their mouths hung open when they noticed how packed his trunks were.

’Did he put a potato there?’

This was their first thought, but their instinct told them otherwise. At this moment, the guys and girls in the pool noticed these details, and their expressions flickered with envy. The girls were lost in thought.

"How shameless can you be?"

Becky revealed a stunned look at Miles’ appearance, noting his unfamiliar face and abs, taking a step back the moment he walked forward.

"Who are you?"

She shot back the same question, fear starting to bloom in her heart.

"Quick. Let’s go help out," Preston urged the boys, using this opportunity to step into the limelight. The boys nodded and quickly swarmed ahead.

"Ask your father. Do you own this estate, or did the money used to build this pool come from your fucking cunt?" Miles barked.

At this moment, even without activating his ability, he was very intimidating. Behind him, Jazmín was dazed, not expecting him to stand up for her in such a manner.

Though Becky wanted to retort, the words seemed to elude her tongue.

"Mrs. Sunflower, should I explain to you who I am and what I am doing here on my property? Is that it? Should I ask for your permission before living in this estate? Or tell you before I come to this party? Mrs. Sunflower, can I go to the restroom so you can clean my ass and suck my dick?"

The moment he said it, he spat on the ground in disgust, turning to Penelope.

"Like they say, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Let me guess, you went to bitch to your mother that there was a girl you don’t like? Hahaha, congrats to you, Queen Elizabeth. But wake up to reality. The world doesn’t revolve around you or your skinny ass. So learn to accept that some people look better than you. I bet you’re jealous of her ass."

Earlier, he had noticed the way they looked at him and Jazmín, but he hadn’t considered them for a second.

Sniff... Sniff...

Sniff... Sniff...

While the whole pool area and music had gone silent to listen to Miles’ fierce rebuttal, a distinct sniff suddenly broke through the silence, directing everyone’s eyes toward Penelope, who started crying.

’What the fuck.’

"It’s okay. That’s enough."

Just then, a self-righteous and loud voice boomed. Wearing swim trunks, Preston led the boys over in a threatening tone, causing Penelope’s tears to cease as her eyes reignited with hope at her savior, Preston.

"And you are?"

Miles turned to Preston with a cold, dismissive glare.

Seeing that Miles wasn’t taking him seriously, Preston fumed.

"I said it is enough."

He stepped forward, chest out, and looked straight into Miles’ eyes.

"Preston, get over here!"

A woman’s voice shouted. Getting up from her lounge chair, the woman didn’t care about the gaze of the other women and strutted forward, unwilling for her son to get involved. If one looked closely, she was the first woman to notice Miles’ ’potato’ earlier, and right now, she didn’t want to ruin her chance.

However, Preston wasn’t having it. Instead, he stepped a foot closer.

"I said stop verbally assaulting a girl, pussy. You think those muscles are going to impress me?" Preston sneered, foolishly meeting Miles’ cold, silent gaze.

’What a dumb bastard.’ Most held back their thoughts, seeing that Miles could easily beat Preston, but none of the adults decided to step in just yet.

"Thank you, but I’m not gay. It would be better if you listened to your mama, though," Miles warned.

"What? What are you going to do?"

Preston barked, stretching his hands to push Miles, but the spectators witnessed an astonishing display. Preston tried to push Miles, but Miles didn’t budge, making it seem like the boy was merely feeling out Miles’ abs. What happened next was even more spectacular.

Miles placed his hand on Preston’s face like he was softly patting a child’s face. With a jolt of his strength, he flipped Preston head-first into the water, creating a massive splash as the boy sank upside down before he could even react.

"What a gay fellow."

Miles stared disdainfully at Preston, who was trying to swim up, and shifted his gaze to the two leading guys next to him.

"Y’all want to swim too?"

Miles sneered, and they quickly stepped back in fright.

’These women probably hate each other’s guts. No one stepped out to blindly defend one of their own.’

"I’m sure you all witnessed what just happened!" he shouted, pointing at the Karen who was trying to get her daughter to stand up. "Mrs. Sunflower assaulted a member of the estate unjustly and without any reason. She has disturbed the peace and loving harmony today. So I’m going to file a case against the Sunflower Women’s Committee for her removal."

"You...!"

Becky grimaced instantly and pointed her finger shakily toward Miles. "...She, she isn’t a member of this estate!"

"Bitch! You dare lay hands on my daughter?"

Hastily walking ahead of the group of five, Yasmin’s voice echoed loud and clear.