Chapter 661

Chapter 661:

Rayden thought for a moment. Then, he nodded and said, “That makes sense. Anyway, the meeting has been going on for a long time. Everyone, let’s take a break.”

Hyman was relieved to hear this. He quickly signaled to the servers waiting at the back to distribute the refreshments.

With Hyman’s signal, the servers began to move swiftly, distributing drinks and small appetizers to the guests. Fraser had been secretly watching everything from an inconspicuous spot at the back, praying in his heart. This was the most crucial moment, and he hoped nothing went wrong.

Maybe the long meeting had made the attendees tired, or maybe the well-made refreshments had whetted their appetites. After the refreshments were set, the attendees began to enjoy the drinks and desserts one after another. They were so engrossed in their snacks that no one noticed anything unusual.

Fraser watched everyone eat the poisoned snacks with delight, feeling a sense of satisfaction in his heart.

He continued to observe the scene unfolding before him, thinking that schemes like these didn’t require complicated mental games. Indeed, the simplest and most direct methods often yielded the most powerful results. Suddenly, Ashton’s image filled Fraser’s mind. Upon remembering the face he despised to the core, he gritted his teeth as anger surged in his heart.

“Ashton, no matter how many times you try to stop my plans, it’s useless. Your efforts are in vain. All I need is this one success, and it will be enough to trap you in an irreversible situation. I’ll make sure you will never be able to get over it.”

The meeting was far from over, with more details to discuss, leaving little time for a break.

Once the participants had sampled the refreshments, the conference resumed as planned. Now, it was Rayden’s turn to present.

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As Rayden gathered his notes and cleared his throat to begin, a sudden scream of pain erupted from the audience.

This was just the start. After that scream, the officials who had tried the refreshments began to scream in pain. Their skin quickly turned a dark purplish-red.

The affected attendees tried to rise, but their efforts were in vain as they staggered and soon began falling to the floor, one by one.

Witnessing this sudden turmoil, the color drained from Rayden and the other speakers on stage, and pain contorted their faces before they could utter a word.

“Someone call for medical help—the refreshments are poisoned…”

Before Rayden could finish his sentence, he too collapsed. The scene that unfolded in the banquet hall was precisely as Fraser had envisioned—a cacophony of agonized screams filled the air, transforming the space into a scene from a nightmare.

Fraser watched, his expression one of contentment, as he relished the chaos he had orchestrated.

To him, the cries of pain were like a melodious dirge marking his ascent to power, symbolizing the moment he would claim the throne of Staville.

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