Chapter 1169: Chapter 1169

Chapter 1169:

“Could Ms. Clarke have done it?”

“It’s hard to say who did it, but there’s no way Hoyt would set this up himself just to frame someone else. The risk is too high.”

“Exactly. A filthy vagrant? Hoyt would never stoop so low.”

The crowd’s comments were harsh, but their reasoning made sense. Hoyt felt even more repulsed when he heard them.

Of course, he would never get involved with a vagrant like that! But now, this very detail was what made people sympathize with him, so Hoyt had no choice but to bite back his anger. He quickly turned to Fabian and asked for instructions.

“As you know, my history with Kellan has always been awful. He’s deliberately trying to ruin your birthday this time!” Hoyt’s fists were clenched in frustration.

Then, he paused, took a deep breath as if a new thought had struck him, and stepped forward.

“If you don’t believe me, you can have the packet tested. It’s bound to have Allison’s fingerprints on it!”

“I’m absolutely certain about this,” Hoyt declared with unshakable confidence.

After all, it was that conniving Allison who had personally forced his jaw open and shoved the powder straight into his mouth. Her fingerprints had to be on it. There was no escaping that fact.

Hearing his vehement statement, Kellan turned his gaze to Allison.

She appeared eerily composed, her fingers lightly tapping on her phone screen, as though she were scrolling through an ordinary to-do list, entirely detached from the accusations swirling around her.

“It’s fine,” she said with a calm indifference that sent ripples through the room. “Let him perform his little act. The curtain hasn’t fallen yet.” Allison had always been one to savor the perfect moment to strike — a cat toying with its prey before the final pounce. She wanted Hoyt to reveal the full depth of his foolishness so she could dismantle him utterly in one decisive move.

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Earlier, in the lounge, it was true that Allison had pinned Hoyt to the floor and forced the powder down his throat. There was no denying it. But Hoyt, oblivious as ever, had no idea she’d already crafted a far more intricate plan.

“Ms. Clarke, we may need your fingerprints,” Fabian said, breaking the tension as his sharp gaze landed on Allison.

Though he doubted Hoyt’s story, Fabian understood that maintaining fairness in front of the gathered crowd was paramount.

If Hoyt was telling the truth — if Allison had indeed orchestrated this fiasco to tarnish tonight’s celebration — then Fabian would have no choice but to admit that he had misjudged her and take action.

The crowd began murmuring in hushed tones.

“Why do I feel like she’s afraid to have it tested?” one whispered.

“Hoyt looks so confident… maybe he’s telling the truth,” added another.

“Whether she agrees or not will settle it,” someone else chimed in, their voice tinged with suspense.

Everyone expected Allison to deny the accusation, to dodge or deflect, as many would in her position. After all, as long as she refused to provide the fingerprints, they would have no choice but to find another way to uncover the truth, which wouldn’t be as easy as this.

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