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The names of each voter appeared on the screen.
Savannah’s eyes scanned the list, her heart racing.
Her breath caught when she saw the Hunt family among Dottie’s supporters.
Savannah smiled as she pieced things together.
Even if Dottie had gained some new support, there was no way she could pull in that many votes after a year of being out of sight.
Something wasn’t right.
The voting system must have been tampered with.
Without missing a beat, Savannah declared, “No one would rig an election like this unless their greed was limitless! How could the Hunt family, who are our supporters, have voted for Dottie?”
The room buzzed with uneasy whispers.
“Did Dottie really cheat? Isn’t the Hunt family related to Savannah’s mother?”
“I thought Dottie had real support, but now it looks like she’s using dirty tricks to get back in the game. It seems the genius girl isn’t as beloved as we thought.”
“Exactly! The Hunt family would never side with her.”
The host turned his attention to the Hunt family members.
“Can you explain who you really voted for?”
Clarissa rose to her feet.
“We chose Dottie!”
Her words reverberated through the hall like a shockwave, hitting Savannah harder than anyone.
Eyes wide, Savannah stared at her aunt, struggling to wrap her mind around what had just happened.
Clarissa, without sparing Savannah even a glance, lowered herself back into her chair, leaving the crowd buzzing with speculation over the brewing rift between the families.
Savannah’s nails dug into her palms, her fists clenched tight.
The host’s gaze scanned the faces in the hall.
“Does anyone else have an objection?”
If no one spoke up, the handover ceremony would continue, and Dottie would officially become the new leader.
The silence in the hall stretched.
Just as the host was about to continue, the lights suddenly flickered and then went out, plunging the entire hall into darkness.
The hall, designed with security in mind, had no windows and relied entirely on artificial lights.
When the lights suddenly went out, confusion spread across the hall.
But the more seasoned members of the crowd remained calm, waiting for the power to return.
Then, from somewhere in the pitch-black darkness, the unmistakable sounds of a struggle broke through.
A few people fumbled for their phone flashlights, but Isabella’s voice rang out sharply.
“Don’t turn on any lights! You’ll make yourself a target!”
It hit everyone at once—this wasn’t just a random power outage.
Someone was using the darkness to carry out a dangerous plan.
The hall fell into a thick silence.
Any movement could give away their position and make things even worse.
The crowd wasn’t foolish, silently piecing together who might be behind the chaos.
Enraged, someone shouted, “What’s happening here? This is supposed to be an election! Are you trying to take control of the representatives?”
“Good guess.” Then, a bright beam of light suddenly cut through the darkness, landing on the stage.
Owen stood there, gripping the host tightly.
Blood glistened in the harsh light.
The crowd seethed with rage.
These people, all holding esteemed positions, now found themselves threatened in such a way.
The hall suddenly brightened as the lights flickered back on.
Everyone squinted, trying to adjust their eyes to the harsh light.
Soon, some noticed the figures standing silently by their sides.
They were men in black, their stoic faces unreadable.
These were the people who had all voted for Dottie just moments ago.
One person, trembling with anger, exclaimed, “You are going too far! Do you think this will scare me?”
The venue’s security was tight, and the screening at the entrance had been strict.
Everyone was confident no sharp objects or dangerous weapons had made it inside.
“Don’t worry. There’s a chance for that,” Owen said, raising his hand.
Suddenly, he pressed a button on his watch, and a needle shot into the floor.
He looked at the crowd with a sly smile.
“Do you know what that is? It’s a new technology.
As soon as this needle pierces your body, you will be poisoned and die in thirty minutes.”
The room’s mood shifted, and expressions slowly began to change.
Dottie locked eyes with Owen, her gaze sharp and icy.
“Owen, are you comfortable sitting in a position obtained like this?”
For some reason, everyone felt a slight sense of reassurance when she spoke.
“Ha-ha! It’s the position that truly counts.
Let’s start the voting again,” Owen sneered, glaring threateningly at the host.
But the host’s face immediately darkened.
He replied sternly, “No way! You’ve violated the election rules. Please leave immediately.”
“Still trying to act tough here, huh?” Owen said, preparing to activate his watch again when an unexpected commotion rippled through the audience.
In a blur of motion, the man in black standing next to Dottie crumpled to the floor.
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