Chapter 1155: Chapter 1155

Chapter 1155:

He slowly began working at the towels that bound him.

As Melany and the others departed, the vagrant pushed open the door.

But the last thing he expected was to see Allison standing there.

“‘You!’”

The vagrant tried to shout instinctively, but Allison quickly seized his neck and shoved him into the room.

“‘Don’t you love those soft, delicate types?’” Allison’s voice was laced with mockery.

She then dumped the remaining drug powder into his mouth. “‘Well, tonight, you get to enjoy it.’”

She then tossed the vagrant next to Hoyt.

After taking care of everything, she turned and left the lounge, locking the door with a final click.

Now, the real game was about to begin.

“‘Enjoy your time, Hoyt.’”

After the lounge door clicked shut, Allison quietly followed Melany. Back in the grand ballroom, Melany wasted no time stirring the crowd with her fabricated tale.

“‘I think I just heard some strange noises coming from Fabian’s lounge,’” she murmured, leaning strategically toward the person closest to her. “‘As far as I know, the lounge should be empty. Could it be… a ghost?’”

Melany feigned nervousness, as though genuinely unsettled.

The accomplices Hoyt had sent blended seamlessly into the crowd and played along with Melany’s charade.

“‘A ghost? That seems unlikely,’” one chimed in. “‘But if you get closer, Miss Johnson, you’ll notice — those noises coming from inside are… strange.’”

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“‘Exactly! I heard them too. Honestly, it sounded like someone might be… doing something lascivious in there,’” another added.

“‘Tsk. I can’t believe someone would actually dare to hide in the lounge and do something like that. Why can’t they just control themselves?’”

“‘I saw Allison in the lounge a while ago, and she hasn’t come out since. Do you think it might be…’”

At this, Melany widened her eyes in exaggerated shock.

“‘No way! Allison’s Mr. Lloyd’s girlfriend. He’s still in a business meeting with Fabian. She couldn’t possibly be… with someone else, doing something like that…’”

Her voice faltered, dropping into a whisper as though the thought was too scandalous to say.

The conversation, however, had already ensnared the attention of the surrounding crowd.

“‘Allison would never do something so… promiscuous,’” Melany muttered, pressing a hand to her chest and drawing in a deep, dramatic breath.

She clenched her fists tightly and asserted with feigned resolve, “‘Everyone! Do not speak ill of her. Let’s… let’s just pretend we didn’t hear anything from the lounge, alright?’”

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