Chapter 17

“Mr. Huxley?"

The room fell silent as everyone turned to look at the middle-aged man in the elegant suit. Dylan wondered, "Which one is Mr. Huxley?"

The man exuded an air of sophistication, with a shiny Constantin watch on his wrist, giving off the aura of a true gentleman. The respect he attracted was proof that Mr. Huxley was of significant status.

All eyes in the room instinctively turned towards Dylan. Among the attendees, it was undeniable that Dylan stood out as the most distinguished individual present.

“Dylan's last name isn't Huxley!"

Azalea exclaimed. "Who is this Mr. Huxley he referred to?"

Gilbert, sitting in a chair on wheels, calmly asked, "Did you want to see me?"

Dylan laughed with disdain on his face.

"Gilbert, don't talk nonsense," Azalea scolded him. She also frowned slightly.

"Although Gilbert's last name is Huxley, many people share that surname." Dylan continued, "What a fool! Do you even know who he is? Don’t you dare to play with him?”

“What an idiot!"

Dylan cl