Chapter 1164: Chapter 1164

Chapter 1164:

“Well, tonight’s drama keeps getting better. I didn’t expect you to so openly betray the mastermind behind this charade.”

The words struck Melany like a gust of icy wind, making her swallow hard.

“Allison, you can’t throw around baseless accusations like that. Without evidence, it’s slander!” Melany retorted, gesturing toward the crowd. “Everyone here can testify that you went into the lounge by yourself. I had no part in it!”

Fabian, standing at the forefront, looked ready to erupt. His voice thundered over the murmurs. “Enough! All of you, quiet down!” Taking two steps back, he distanced himself from the chaos, his expression one of barely contained disgust. “So, tonight’s events reek of a setup. Someone is clearly framing Ms. Clarke.”

He drew a deep breath, his shoulders stiffening. When he opened his eyes again, his glare was icy. “Allan, get them out of there. I don’t care to set foot in that place.”

Allan Rivera, Fabian’s secretary, nodded sharply. “Understood.” The crowd collectively held its breath, curiosity crackling like static in the air. Even Melany was mystified about who might be entangled in this debacle.

Moments later, Allan and a group of bodyguards burst into the lounge, swiftly separating the two individuals caught in their indiscretion.

“You two, stop right there! How dare you disgrace yourselves at Mr. Morgan’s birthday banquet? It’s despicable!” Allan barked.

But then, he froze, his expression one of utter disbelief. “You… you…”

The scene inside the lounge sent shockwaves through the crowd.

It turned out to be two men!

Hoyt, completely under the influence of the drug, was oblivious to the chaos brewing outside. His bloodshot eyes darted toward the disturbance as someone attempted to intervene. “Get the hell out of here! Can’t you see I’m busy having fun?” he bellowed, his tone a venomous mix of anger and intoxication.

Hoyt’s wild, bloodshot gaze revealed his complete detachment from reality. Still lost in the throes of passion, he refused to stop, utterly unconcerned by the escalating commotion beyond the lounge. The muffled noise from outside grated on his nerves like nails on a chalkboard.

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“I don’t care who you are!” he roared hoarsely. “Just get the hell away from me, or I’ll make you regret it!”

His voice, coarse and raw, reverberated like the growl of a caged beast. Lost in the haze of the drug’s grip, Hoyt felt an unnerving sense of lightness and comfort.

In his twisted state, he even conjured the delusion that the person beneath him was Allison.

All logic and reasoning had abandoned him, leaving only a shell of reckless indulgence.

As Hoyt’s profanity-laced tirade echoed through the lounge and into the hall, the crowd stood frozen, their collective shock palpable.

Fabian’s face darkened with every syllable of Hoyt’s shameless outburst. His expression grew so grim that one might imagine a thunderstorm brewing behind his eyes.

No one could have predicted such audacity — that someone would dare to desecrate Fabian’s private lounge and spew such brazen insults. Whispers rippled through the stunned gathering.

“That voice… it sounds just like Hoyt, don’t you think?” someone muttered.

“Yeah, you’re right. Look carefully — it is him!” another gasped.

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