Chapter 1172: Chapter 1172

Chapter 1172:

Static crackled from the speakers, cutting through the murmurs like a whip. Before anyone could react, voices emerged — clear, unmistakable, and damning.

“I’ve done everything you wanted. After this, it’s none of my problem.”

“Today, I’m going to make Kellan regret every single thing. Anyone he cares about, I’ll destroy them. He has to pay for what he’s done to me!”

“You all, head outside and bring back any random man. Make sure he’s of low status, unattractive, and preferably carrying some sort of disease.”

Gasps rippled through the banquet hall as the voices, unmistakably those of Melany and Hoyt, unraveled their conspiracy in the most public of ways. Eyes widened. Mouths gaped.

Melany’s own eyes darted upward in shock, as though she could somehow escape the damning evidence echoing through the room. But the recording wasn’t finished. This time, Hoyt’s voice rang out.

“I’ll take care of things inside… You know you’ve always been the only one in my heart.”

The crowd erupted in murmurs like a hive disturbed.

“What’s going on? Hoyt and Melany are having an affair?”

“That’s definitely their voices!”

“And isn’t Melany married? Scandalous!”

“I can’t believe they plotted to frame Ms. Clarke. Hiring a vagrant? How despicable!”

Fabian’s frown deepened as his sharp eyes settled on Melany, his years of experience cutting through her feeble facade.

“No!” Melany blurted, her denial spilling out before she could compose herself. “This isn’t my voice! Someone must have faked this recording — it’s been tampered with!”

Initially, Melany’s goal had been to deliver a calculated blow to Allison, a move to shake her resolve. But now, things had spiraled out of her control. Who could have expected Allison to record everything in secret? Melany’s explanations weren’t gaining any traction. The skeptical looks from the crowd made it clear that her words were falling flat.

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Hoyt, too, hadn’t anticipated this sharp turn of events.

A chill ran through him as he thought of his mother’s manipulative ways and his father’s domineering nature. If this went any further, he knew that he might lose everything. Being abandoned wasn’t an option.

In a desperate attempt to salvage the situation, Hoyt pointed a shaky finger at Melany.

“Mr. Morgan,” he said, his voice rising, “it was her! She seduced me and planned everything. She even threatened me to go along with it!”

Melany’s expression froze before twisting in anger. She let out a short, bitter laugh.

“You’re lying,” she said sharply, her tone full of contempt.

But she quickly steadied herself, her anger giving way to a calculated calm.

“Hoyt, don’t even try this,” she said, her voice firm. “I still have the texts you sent me. You were the one who pushed me into this!”

Desperate to clear their own names, Melany and Hoyt frantically turned on each other, each trying to shift the blame.

“You’re the one who dragged that vagrant into this mess!” Hoyt jabbed his finger in her direction, his face twisted in anger. “Melany, you’re trying to set me up!”

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