NovelBookChapter 766
"What the heck is he doing?" Mavis shot Oliver a suspicious look.
Norton squinted, thinking. "Is he...dancing?"
Uriah stared at Oliver, just as lost. After a long pause, realization hit him. Wasn't this Silas's deadbeat dad?
"Wait, isn't that Oliver?"
"What's that jerk doing coming out of Silas's room?" Uriah's face darkened, annoyance clear in his voice.
"Who?" Mavis turned around.
"Silas's actual father," Uriah muttered, narrowing his eyes.
"That guy?" Norton's expression soured too. They'd all done their homework on Silas's background. His dad had
a reputation, and none of it was good.
Seeing Oliver in person just confirmed everything they'd read. If he was here for Silas, nothing good could come
of it.
Just as they were about to step forward, Calliope and Silas emerged from the room, right behind Oliver.
"What's happening to me?" Oliver's voice trembled. His arms and legs were jerking uncontrollably. The
movements grew wilder, almost like he was breakdancing at a New York block party.
"What're you doing? What did you do to me?"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOliver tried to glare at Calliope, but his head wouldn't turn. He looked like a marionette with tangled strings, his
eyeballs rolling weirdly just to glance her way. It was unsettling, almost comical.
Then things got even weirder. His arms flailed, his knees bounced, and he started spinning in place, all without
his say-so.
Oliver panicked and shouted for help. "Somebody—get in here! Now! Number one, number two, number three!"
Within seconds, his pack of bodyguards rushed in. The sight that greeted them made their jaws drop.
"Boss, uh... what are you doing?"
"Are you dancing?"
"What kind of dance is that?"
"Is that... tap dancing?"
"Dude, it's breakdancing!" another snorted.
"Didn't know the boss still had moves like that at his age! Respect!"
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too hard to speak clearly.
"Morons... #%$@%#..."
"What's he saying?" one guard asked, scratching his head.
Another shrugged. "I think he said, 'If you can dance, join in! If you can't, clap along and keep the beat!""
"And there's a cash bonus for whoever joins in!" Calliope added, clapping along with a dead-serious face.
"Bonus?" The word lit up the guards' eyes like Christmas morning.
Didn't matter if they could dance or not, they swarmed Oliver, clapping and trying their best to breakdance
alongside him.
Oliver was losing his mind. He wanted to scream, but all he could do was glare at them, which they took as
encouragement to dance even harder.
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