Chapter 1156: Chapter 1156

Chapter 1156:

The more Melany and her accomplices played their parts, the more amusing the situation seemed to the onlookers, stoking their growing curiosity.

Finally, someone leaned in closer and whispered, “‘What kind of sounds, exactly?’”

“‘I’m not sure,’” Melany said with a troubled look. “‘It’s possible I misheard.’”

Just then, she gave a subtle signal, and a man beside her jumped in.

“‘Miss Johnson, you’re too naive!’” The bald man rubbed his rounded belly, a smug grin creeping across his face. “‘I can say for a fact that I heard a couple making out in the lounge. Believe me, I couldn’t have misheard that. I just can’t figure out who could be so shameless as to do something like that here, of all places. But hey, it’s none of my business. Still… I can’t help but wonder what will happen when Mr. Morgan finds out. What do you think?’”

Many people shook their heads, afraid to imagine what Fabian would do.

If he discovered his lounge had been disrespected in such a way, he would be furious.

With her mission accomplished, Melany slipped away unnoticed, leaving the crowd in a flurry of speculation. What she didn’t realize was that someone had been watching her every move.

Meanwhile, the whispers among the onlookers grew louder. The curiosity was too much to resist, and one by one, they began to make their way toward the lounge.

Standing just outside the scene, Allison muttered with a sneer,

“‘Melany, if you want to escalate this, I’ll be happy to help you out.’” She knew exactly what their scheme was. They were trying to manipulate public opinion and encourage the crowd to storm the lounge in hopes of catching them in the act.

If they succeeded, Allison’s reputation would be shattered beyond repair.

But their plan, she realized with a dark smile, was already doomed to fail.

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Little did Melany know, Allison had changed her outfit. She donned a masquerade mask to blend seamlessly into the crowd.

By now, the rumors had grown into a cacophony of whispers, spreading like wildfire across the ballroom.

“‘I’m telling you, there are definitely suspicious sounds coming from the lounge,’” someone murmured urgently. “‘I heard it with my own ears. I’m not lying!’”

“‘Who could it possibly be?’” another voice questioned. “‘This is Fabian’s birthday party. Who would dare be so bold?’”

“‘Maybe it’s just a couple who couldn’t control themselves. But who? Who’d take such a risk here?’”

“‘I asked one of the waiters, and he said he saw Allison go into the lounge. She hasn’t come out since.’”

“‘My God,’” one person whispered. “‘If this is true, how will Mr. Lloyd handle such an embarrassment? Can you imagine the scandal?’”

Human nature thrived on curiosity and the allure of a spectacle. Allison knew that the rumors were spreading like wildfire. By now, in the lounge, the vagrant and Hoyt must be “having fun.”

With this in mind, she decided to escalate matters further. Allison approached Fabian’s secretary, leaned in, and whispered,

“‘Excuse me, I need to tell you something. The ballroom is buzzing with rumors. They’re saying someone is openly engaging in inappropriate behavior in the lounge. The whispers are spreading fast. If your team doesn’t deal with this now, Mr. Morgan’s reputation will be affected.’”

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