Chapter 766
Posted on August 01, 2025 ยท 1 mins read
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"What the heck is he doing?" Mavis asked, shooting Oliver a suspicious look.

Norton squinted, considering. "Is he... dancing?"

Uriah stared, equally bewildered. After a long pause, he recognized him. "Wait, isn't that Oliver? Silas's deadbeat dad?"

"What's that jerk doing coming out of Silas's room?" Uriah's annoyance was evident.

"Who?" Mavis turned.

"Silas's actual father," Uriah muttered, his eyes narrowed.

Norton's expression mirrored Uriah's. They had all investigated Silas's background; his father's reputation wasโ€ฆunimpressive. Seeing Oliver in person only confirmed their findings. If he was here for Silas, trouble was brewing.

Just as they moved to intervene, Calliope and Silas emerged from the room, following Oliver.

"What's happening to me?" Oliver's voice trembled. His limbs jerked uncontrollably, the movements escalating into something resembling a frenetic breakdance. "What are you doing? What did you do to me?"

He tried to glare at Calliope, but his head remained fixed. He resembled a marionette with tangled strings, his eyes rolling wildly in her direction. The scene was unsettling, bordering on comical. His arms flailed, his knees bounced, and he spun involuntarily.

Panicked, Oliver shouted for help. "Somebodyโ€”get in here! Now! Number one, number two, number three!"

His bodyguards burst in, their jaws dropping at the sight.

"Boss, uhโ€ฆ what are you doing?"

"Are you dancing?"

"What kind of dance is that?"

"Is thatโ€ฆtap dancing?"

"Dude, it's breakdancing!" another scoffed. "Didn't know the boss still had moves like that at his age! Respect!"

They watched in awe as Oliver's limbs twisted and spun. He tried to curse them, but speech was difficult. "Moronsโ€ฆ#%$@#โ€ฆ"

"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 with a perfectly serious expression.

"Bonus?" The guards' eyes widened. Whether they could dance or not, they swarmed Oliver, clapping and attempting breakdancing moves.

Oliver was losing his mind. He wanted to scream but could only glare, which they interpreted as encouragement. Within moments, he was surrounded by bodyguards executing their worst dance moves, transforming the scene into a chaotic flash mob.

Passersby stopped, their eyes wide. Some thought it a flash mob; others, a bizarre exorcism. Calliope, meanwhile, recorded everything on her phone, grinning. "Looking good, old man! Didn't know you could do the splits!"

Oliver was utterly despondent. Each spin brought another furious, helpless glare directed at Calliope.


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