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Chapter 1167: "Exactly. It makes more sense that Hoyt's bitter about the Abram incident. He's probably just trying to drag her down with him. How vile he is!"

Hoyt stood there, stunned.

How could they not see the truth? Were they blind?

Allison wasn't some innocent victim. She was far from it, and he knew it all too well! "I won't deny that I hate Allison," Hoyt began, his voice shaky. "But it's also true that I couldn't overpower her. How else would she have tied me up and forced me to… ugh!"

He couldn't finish. The memory was too much.

Hoyt gagged and doubled over, vomiting once more.

He had spent a lifetime spinning lies, weaving stories to suit his needs. But now, when he finally spoke the truth, no one believed him. The bitter irony hit him like a punch to the gut. There was nothing he could do to prove his innocence. His name was as good as ruined.

Melany, upon hearing Hoyt's statement, quickly chimed in, "Exactly! The noise outside the door was deafening just a moment ago. If they weren't drugged, how could they possibly have missed it?"

Her movements became guarded as she deliberately kept her distance from Kellan. She didn't even have the courage to approach Allison. To her, the two of them seemed as cold and merciless as sworn enemies.

With that in mind, Melany smartly positioned herself behind Fabian. She understood perfectly well that, no matter how long this charade dragged on, nobody would dare make a move in Fabian's presence.

"But if you want people to trust you, Mr. Hoyt Lloyd, you should still take a moment and think hard. Is there any proof to back you up?" she suggested, her tone carefully calculated.

"For instance, the drug powder - you should be able to find it, shouldn't you?"

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Although Melany couldn't figure out exactly how Hoyt had been caught in the trap, his reaction made it clear that Allison had set him up. Melany, however, maintained an air of calmness, acting as though she had no stake in the matter.

In truth, she was quietly encouraging Hoyt to take control of the situation and shift it to his advantage.

"Of course I have proof!" he exclaimed, immediately catching on to Melany's hint.

Hoyt started piecing together the events of the last few minutes. His eyes landed on a packet lying in the middle of the floor. Without hesitation, he pointed at it. "The drug is right there! Mr. Morgan, take a look. That's the stuff Allison used to set me up!"

Fabian's brows knitted together as he focused on the packet of powder. The realization hit him - despite the loud commotion outside earlier, the two people in the lounge hadn't seemed to notice a thing. Their behavior was undeniably odd. Could it really be that they had been drugged?

Noticing Fabian's furrowed brow, Hoyt hurried to speak. "Mr. Morgan, I'm certain this is all part of a scheme by Allison and Kellan! I saw it happen with my own eyes!"

His words came out in a rush, even as a sharp pain flared on his cheek. The sting was a reminder of Fabian's secretary Allan's slap from earlier. The blow had left Hoyt stunned for a while. Now that his thoughts were clearer, he became painfully aware of the swelling on his face.

He decided to use his battered appearance to his advantage, putting on a show of pitiful helplessness.

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