Chapter 1171: Chapter 1171

Chapter 1171:

But when Melany’s eyes met his, they darted away like a startled bird. She turned to look at Allison and said, “It seems we now have not only physical evidence but also a witness. Allison, I have to say, you really made a mess of things tonight.”

Fabian observed everything, his years of experience telling him that something was off, though the situation was now far too tangled. Turning to Allison, he added, “Ms. Clarke, do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“Of course,” Allison replied, her voice cool as frost. Her eyes swept across the room, locking briefly on the vagrant.

“That man was hired by Melany and Hoyt,” she began, her words slicing through the air like a blade. “Their plan was to drug me and make me the star of tonight’s scandal. But I caught wind of their scheme.” She paused, letting the tension in the room stretch like a taut wire before continuing, “When this vagrant entered, I seized the moment to leave the room, locking the two of them inside. That’s why their plan blew up in their faces.”

Hoyt’s face flushed an angry crimson, his bloodshot eyes blazing like coals. “That’s rubbish!” he snarled, his voice sharp enough to cut through the crowd’s murmurs.

He then quickly regained composure and sneered, leaning forward with the confidence of a gambler sure of his hand. “Allison, you’re spinning tales. You have no proof. Anyone can concoct a story like that.” His sneer widened as he added, “Drugging me alone is grounds for a lawsuit! When my father hears of this, you’ll wish you’d never crossed me!”

Hoyt’s frustration simmered beneath his words, the humiliation of failure gnawing at him like a dog at a bone. Meanwhile, Melany watched Hoyt unravel like a thread pulled too far, his composure fraying until it became a flashing beacon of guilt for all to see. His erratic behavior was a double-edged sword — his desperation only made it easier for others to poke holes in their tangled web of lies.

Knowing that Hoyt couldn’t be provoked further, she turned to Allison and stepped forward, her tone dripping with feigned innocence. “Allison, why not just confess? There’s no sense in lying anymore.” She knew full well that Allison harbored secrets, some of them as sharp and dangerous as the woman herself. For instance, Allison’s extraordinary combat skills — an enigma in their social circles. No one knew where she had honed them, though rumors swirled like storm clouds.

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Feigning wide-eyed incredulity, Melany added, “After all, they’re two grown men. There’s simply no way you could have overpowered them. How could you possibly turn the tables on them?”

Her words landed like pebbles in a pond, rippling through the crowd and stirring their doubts. Despite Allison’s fearsome reputation, the old stereotype persisted: no matter how formidable, a woman couldn’t physically outmatch two men. This miscalculation had been Hoyt’s fatal flaw. Anyone who knew even a sliver of Allison’s history would have realized that using a tramp and a bit of drug powder was as foolish as trying to cage a lion with a leash.

The crowd, now caught in a storm of confusion, could no longer discern who held the truth. At that moment, Allison moved. With the casual air of someone setting a trap, she pulled out her phone and swiped across the screen. “I don’t think it’s necessary to prove my strength to you,” she said, her voice as cold and steady as the edge of a blade.

She pressed a red button. “After all, the truth speaks for itself. It’s you who need to explain what happened tonight.”

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