Chapter 1158: Chapter 1158

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Chapter 1158:

“‘But…’” One of his subordinates hesitated. “‘The scene is already spiraling out of control. Many guests are heading toward the lounge. If we try to stop them, it might be too late.’”

Fabian exhaled deeply, trying to keep a lid on his frustration. “‘If we’re late, we minimize the fallout. Take a team there now. Find out exactly what’s happening. If there’s more to this, ensure no photos or videos leak — no matter what it costs.’”

Though uncertain if Allison was truly involved, Fabian knew she would never betray Kellan. The bond between the two was as unshakable as a mountain. Fabian had seen their love firsthand — its depth and purity reminded him of his own past.

“‘Understood.’” His team moved swiftly to execute his orders.

Fabian himself rushed toward the lounge, his mind racing.

Meanwhile, hidden in a shadowy corner, Allison observed Fabian’s reaction with a faint smile. He wasn’t quite the man she had envisioned.

“‘I’m sorry, but I have no choice but to use you,’” she murmured softly, as if confessing to the night itself.

She turned and walked in the opposite direction, stopping a waiter along the way.

“‘Excuse me, do you have a broadcasting room here?’” she asked, her tone calm and unassuming.

“‘Yes, Miss. Are you looking to play an audio announcement?’”

“‘Yes, it’s urgent.’” Allison held up her phone, which contained an audio file. “‘My child is missing, and I’m desperate to find him. The message will only take three minutes.’”

Given the stature of the guests at Fabian’s event, the waiter didn’t question her story.

He believed that Allison was a lady of high society, someone he couldn’t snub.

“‘Of course, please follow me,’” he nodded without hesitation and led her to the broadcasting room.

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“‘Thank you,’” Allison said with a disarming smile.

Once inside the broadcasting room, she played the part of a concerned mother recording a message. But behind the scenes, her hands worked with quiet precision, hacking into the system.

In mere seconds, she succeeded in uploading an incriminating audio file.

As soon as she connected her device, the system would play a recording of Melany and Hoyt’s treacherous conversation for all to hear.

Back in the banquet hall, Kellan searched for Allison, his eyes scanning the room like a hawk.

“‘Well, if it isn’t Mr. Lloyd. You’ve been rather elusive tonight,’” a voice chimed in.

Melany approached with a saccharine smile that barely masked her malice.

“‘Are you looking for Allison?’” she asked, her tone dripping with false innocence.

Kellan’s eyes narrowed. “‘What are you scheming this time?’”

“‘Don’t look at me like I’m the villain here, Mr. Lloyd. I’m only trying to help. I thought you might want to know something,’” Melany said with a mocking pout, pointing toward the lounge.

“‘I saw Allison heading that way earlier. She might’ve had too much to drink and felt unwell.’” She feigned concern, but Kellan wasn’t buying her act.

“Actually, I also heard… certain inappropriate noises coming from the lounge. You know, a man’s heavy breathing…” She trailed off, expecting Kellan to storm toward the lounge.

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