A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust

"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?"

Oliver 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?"noveldrama

"Dude, it's breakdancing!" another snorted.

"Didn't know the boss still had moves like that at his age! Respect!"

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watched in awe as

Oliver's 's limbs twisted and spun.

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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.

Within moments, he was

surrounded by bodyguards busting

out

worst moves, the scene

turning into a full-blown flash

mob.

Passersby stopped, wide-eyed. Some thought it was a flash mob, others thought

it looked more like a bizarre exorcism.

Calliope, meanwhile, was recording everything with her phone, grinning ear to

ear.

"Looking good, old man! Didn't know you could do the splits!"

Oliver was beyond despair. Every time he spun around, he shot Calliope a furious, helpless glare.