Chapter 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?"

He looked like a marionette with tangled strings, his eyeballs rolling weirdly just to glance her

got even weirder. His arms flailed, his knees bounced, and

"Somebody—get in here! Now! Number one, number two, number

pack of bodyguards rushed in. The sight that greeted them

what

"Are you dancing?"

of dance

"Is that... tap dancing?"

breakdancing!"

know the boss still had moves like

The

watched in awe as

limbs

them out,

to

"Morons...#%$@#..."

one guard asked, scratching

shrugged. "I think he said, 'If you can dance, join in!

in!" Calliope

The word lit up the

they swarmed Oliver, clapping and trying their best to

mind. He wanted to scream, but all he could do

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