Chapter 1157: Chapter 1157

Chapter 1157:

The secretary’s brow furrowed in confusion, his skepticism evident.

“‘What exactly are you suggesting?’”

Allison gestured subtly toward the crowd, where clusters of people exchanged furtive glances and hushed comments.

Upon seeing this, the secretary straightened abruptly and said,

“‘Miss, thank you for bringing this to my attention. I’ll report this to Mr. Morgan immediately!’”

“‘If this is true, we’ll ensure those audacious individuals won’t escape unscathed,’” the secretary declared with a determined tone, putting down the papers he had been working on.

Though he couldn’t shake the feeling that the woman before him looked familiar, as if a faint shadow of recognition lingered in his mind — this was hardly the moment to dwell on it.

Should the rumors prove false, the secretary knew that he had to extinguish them swiftly, or the banquet would descend into chaos. The mere thought filled him with an uneasy sense of foreboding, as if dark clouds were gathering overhead.

Why did it feel as though every conceivable problem had chosen tonight to surface?

“‘You’re welcome. I hope the issue in the lounge can be resolved properly this evening,’” Allison replied, her voice laced with an almost disarming innocence as she shook her head gently.

“‘Even if the rumors are baseless, they still need to be squashed. Tonight is already chaotic enough,’” she added, her words carrying a note of urgency. “‘You should retrieve the key from the supervisor. Once we uncover the truth, everything will fall into place.’”

Her suggestion made the secretary nod decisively. “‘You’re absolutely right. I’ll take care of it immediately!’” Without another word, he rushed off.

𝒯ℎ𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒻𝓮𝑅𝒽𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒𝒻𝒾𝒆𝓃𝓒𝑒: 𝑔𝓪𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝓈.𝒸𝓂

When the supervisor caught wind of the situation, he sprang into action.

Meanwhile, Allison intentionally stirred the pot further, ensuring the commotion grew loud enough to reach Fabian’s ears.

“‘What did you just say?’” Fabian asked, his expression hardening.

The color drained from his face as he processed the news.

Initially, he had dismissed the incident as nothing more than a couple succumbing to their passions — something that could be easily handled by expelling them discreetly.

But then came the reports that the woman in the lounge might be Allison.

The revelation was like a bolt of lightning, splitting his thoughts.

“‘Find Ms. Clarke immediately!’” Fabian barked, his command leaving no room for hesitation.

“‘And seal off the lounge this instant! No one gets in until we uncover the truth,’” Fabian added, his voice as sharp as a blade.

Though Fabian detested such scandals, he still adhered to a code of ethics. Tonight’s unfolding drama wasn’t something to take lightly. Who would dare cause trouble in his territory unless they were utterly fearless or entirely reckless?

But the stakes were higher than just his reputation. If this was a setup and someone had indeed been framed, the victim would inevitably bear the brunt — especially if it was a woman. Society, with its penchant for victim-blaming, was far more lenient with men.

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