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Chapter 1160: His swift pace cut through the crowd like a chilling wind, sending a shiver through those he passed.

When Kellan had just returned to the company, he had uncovered tampering within their communications - sabotage he attributed to Hoyt.

As he neared the lounge, Kellan found the corridor crowded with onlookers.

"'I heard there's scandalous behavior happening inside the lounge.'" "'I heard the same. They say it's Ms. Clarke caught up in it.'"

"'Ms. Clarke? The one who just won the project?'"

"'Yes, that's her. The door's wide open, look!'"

At that moment, Fabian arrived, intensifying Kellan's suspicion of a setup, reminiscent of an unsettling past event aboard the cruise ship. This thought heightened his unease as he quickened his pace towards the lounge.

Crowding the entrance, a group sneered and whispered, their intentions far from kind.

"'I can't see who's inside, but their actions are disgraceful.'"

"'The noises are loud - moans from a man. It's not what you'd expect.'"

"'It's odd. There's no woman's voice. Something's amiss here.'"

"'Maybe she's just too exhausted to make a sound!'"

The volume of the noise left little room for doubt, aligning with the crowd's murmuring theories.

Melany, more subdued this time, also approached the lounge door.

"'It's shocking that anyone would act this way during Mr. Morgan's birthday event,'" she whispered among the bystanders.

Her voice was low, her eyes dark with intent.

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The memory of being choked earlier was still fresh.

"'I've heard this lounge is reserved for his private use.'"

Though she spoke softly, her words stirred the people around her, igniting a wave of murmurs.

The supervisor, eager to deflect blame, quickly apologized with a bow. "'Mr. Morgan, I deeply apologize for the oversight in our club's management.'"

He wiped the sweat from his brow. "'But to my knowledge, our staff strictly controls entry to relevant individuals only.'"

He implied that only guests of Fabian could have been inside the lounge at that moment.

Fabian, with a stern expression and unreadable tone, instructed, "'First, secure this area. Open the door and find out what's happening inside. Ensure no one enters until then.'"

"'Understood,'" responded the supervisor, pulling out the key. Upon unlocking the door, they heard the loud moans, causing everyone nearby to avert their attention in discomfort.

At that instant, Melany forcefully made her way through the crowd, creating a jam at the entrance.

The throng of people pressed into the doorway, despite the efforts of the secretary and manager to contain the situation.

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