Chapter 817

Chapter 817:

What was going on? Why did everyone seem to understand except for him?

Noticing his dejected look, Madisyn smiled gently and began to explain.

“First of all, the dagger’s position is slightly off. It’s not where someone aiming for a clean kill would strike. Secondly, look closely—it’s a locally made dagger. Colson’s group has access to their own weapons—sharper, more efficient, and far more precise. So, it’s unlikely Colson’s group killed Hector.”

Waylon’s eyes lit up as realization dawned.

“I see! They wouldn’t bother buying a dagger in our country to kill Hector!”

“Exactly,” Madisyn said with a smile.

“You’re quick to catch on, Waylon.”

“Of course!” Waylon straightened his posture, puffing up with pride.

“After all, I am part of the Johns family, too.”

Howard couldn’t help but smile.

Today, everyone stayed at the hotel, anxiously awaiting tomorrow’s election.

As time ticked by, the much-anticipated election finally began.

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At precisely 9 a.m., attendees started streaming into the venue one after another.

Many police officers were stationed to maintain order.

Madisyn arrived with Babette, pretending to be her assistant.

Andrew arrived shortly after, accompanying a businessman he had collaborated with in the past.

The hall exuded an air of solemnity and dignity.

Everyone was clad in black suits, seated neatly in their designated places.

Savannah’s gaze swept over Madisyn and Andrew, her eyes flashing with a mixture of malice and steely determination.

As she passed Madisyn, she leaned in and whispered, “You seem to enjoy meddling in other people’s affairs. But remember, those who meddle often find themselves in deep trouble.”

Madisyn, unfazed, responded coolly, “At this point, instead of making threats, perhaps you should worry about whether your father can secure the position.”

Savannah shot her a frosty glare before taking her seat.

As the attendees gradually settled in, the election commenced promptly at ten.

The dignified atmosphere grew even heavier as the host took the stage, starting with the customary pleasantries.

After polite applause, the host began to announce the candidates.

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