The ballroom went dead silent like someone had hit the mute button. It was so quiet that even a pin dropping would have sounded deafening.Chloe, Flint, Archie, and other family members who’d turned their noses up at me moments earlier were stunned, their jaws dropping and their eyes widening. “M-Mr. Walker?” Chloe struggled to find the words. Turning her head stiffly, she looked at Toby, then me in disbelief. “Mr. McFly, s-surely you’re mistaken. This is Brock Walker, my son I bought back from a small town. H-He’s no Mr. Walker.” “Yeah, that’s right. He’s an escort at the Garden of Eden. Why are you so formal in addressing him?” Flint added in a fluster. At last, Toby finally shifted his attention to her, but he looked at her as if she were an idiot. “Ma’am, I’ve been Mr. Walker’s right-hand man for five years. Do you honestly think I wouldn’t know how my own boss is?” Toby’s voice was icy. “I work for Brock Walker, the founder and CEO of Wayward Entertainment. “As
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