Chapter 1166:
âWho knew he had such weird tastes? Even a homeless guy?â another added, their voice dripping with mockery.
âUgh, stop talking. Thatâs disgusting,â someone else muttered, shaking their head in disgust.
Meanwhile, Allan turned his icy gaze toward Hoyt, who stood frozen, unable to speak.
âGet dressed quickly. You wouldnât want to be seen like that when the door opens,â Allan said firmly.
âI donât need you to tell me that!â Hoyt snapped, his voice sharp with irritation.
Still, he scrambled to put his clothes on without hesitation. As soon as he finished, the bodyguards grabbed him and hauled him toward the door.
When he looked up, his eyes locked with Fabianâs.
The cold, unyielding stare Fabian gave him felt like death itself.
Hoytâs heart sank, and panic surged through him.
Beside him, the homeless man tried to defend himself, stammering, âI swear, I was forced into thisââ
Before he could finish, Hoyt lashed out, kicking him hard. The man crumpled to the floor, unconscious.
âMr. Morgan, please! I can explain!â Hoyt blurted out, his voice trembling. âItâs not what it looks like, I swear!â Hoyt clenched his jaw, fury bubbling beneath his fear.
He never imagined that heâd be caught up in a trap like this. As Hoytâs mind cleared, the memories of everything that happened before he was drugged came rushing back.
Allison. That woman!
The thought of what he had just experienced with a vagrant overwhelmed him. His stomach churned violently.
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âUghââ Hoyt gagged, unable to hold back.
He had wanted to argue his case, but now it felt as though something vile had been forced down his throat. A wave of disgust rippled through him, leaving his skin crawling. Goosebumps covered his arms, and the sheer repulsion made him shiver.
He was afraid that this revolting, gut-wrenching feeling would stay with him forever.
But he couldnât wallow in his horrorâhe needed to handle the mess in front of him.
âMr. Morgan, I was set up! If I hadnât been drugged, none of this wouldâve happened!â he shouted, his voice raw with anger.
Trying to shake off the nausea, Hoyt scrubbed at his skin with frantic hands. He rubbed so hard that his nails tore into his flesh, leaving streaks of blood. Yet, he didnât seem to notice or care.
When Hoyt spotted Allison nearby, his anger flared even hotter. âIt was Allison! She forced the drug down my throat!â he shouted, his voice trembling with fury. What he said was the truth.
But no one believed a word of it.
âSeriously? Hoytâs saying Ms. Clarke forced him? Does he mean he couldnât even overpower a woman?â someone scoffed.
âThat sounds completely absurd,â another added, shaking their head. âWhy would Ms. Clarke do something like that? She already closed the deal. She had no reason to cause trouble.â
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