Chapter 1165: Chapter 1165

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Chapter 1165:

“I never would have guessed… Hoyt likes men?”

Fabian’s anger, already simmering, now boiled over. His suspicions were confirmed; it was Hoyt.

“Allan,” he barked, his voice as cold as ice, “don’t waste any more time. Drag them both out!”

Hoyt’s brazen display was a blatant affront to Fabian’s authority — an act of defiance that no one could tolerate.

“Yes, sir!” Allan responded without hesitation.

Entering the room with an unflinching expression, Allan strode toward Hoyt. Without hesitation, he raised his hand and delivered a slap that rang out like the crack of a whip, leaving the room in stunned silence. Hoyt’s lip split under the force, blood trickling down his chin.

Hoyt’s thoughts became clearer after the slap, though his first reaction was to curse aloud. “You dare lay a hand on me? You actually hit me!” Hoyt clutched his stinging cheek, the sharp pain cutting through the haze clouding his mind.

“Do you even know who I am?” he snapped, his voice full of indignation.

But Allan didn’t flinch. Hoyt’s identity didn’t matter to him. He acted solely on Fabian’s instructions.

“It doesn’t matter who you are. Put your clothes back on,” Allan said. His tone was steady and polite, but his words carried an unmistakable edge. “If I have to repeat myself, the next thing you’ll face won’t be as mild as a slap,” he added, his calm voice masking a veiled threat.

By now, Hoyt was fully alert.

“What do you mean?” Hoyt asked, his voice unsteady.

His eyes drifted downward in slow motion, his expression still dazed. He realized that he was barely clothed. Beneath him lay a disheveled vagrant. Hoyt’s face burned with humiliation.

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For a moment, his thoughts froze entirely.

A piercing ringing filled his head, drowning out everything else. It felt like the world had gone silent.

Wasn’t the person lying beneath him Allison?

How had Allison turned into this filthy vagrant?

The vagrant staggered to his feet, fumbling to dress himself. His eyes darted toward the door in panic.

“Please, let me go! I didn’t want any part of this!” he pleaded.

With a loud thud, the man collapsed to his knees.

“It wasn’t me! He’s the one who forced me down! I had nothing to do with it!”

The vagrant’s voice rose, shaking with anger. His face twisted with frustration. They had promised him a beautiful woman waiting inside. Instead, he had been thrown into this mess with a man.

And now, he realized that he had crossed someone powerful. If he couldn’t clear his name, he knew his life might be in serious danger.

The people watching from the lounge were stunned into silence for a moment before murmuring in disbelief.

“Wow, I never thought Hoyt would be the one on top,” someone whispered, barely able to contain their laughter.

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