W-what…?
I blinked twice in disbelief, unsure if I had heard him correctly.
"Did you just say your name is Gabriel Hariston?"
Paris leaned forward, her expression just as surprised.
"A-are you, by any chance, related to Denmark Hariston? The owner of the biggest entertainment company in the country—and one of the richest businessmen in all of Asia?"
If I was already stunned by what the boy had said, I was even more shocked by Paris's reaction. How does she even know that name?
Gabriel's eyes lit up the moment he heard it. "You know my grandfather?" he asked, the faintest smile tugging at his lips.
"Of course!" Paris replied, almost scoffing. "Who doesn't know that name? He's a business tycoon—basically a legend. But are you really his grandson?" She narrowed her eyes at him, skeptical. "Because if you are… what on earth is someone like you—a Hariston—doing in a place like this?"