A Whirlwind Marriage with the Beautiful CEO

Chapter 2233 The Turning Point

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“This can’t be happening! What do we do now?” Beatrix shot up from her seat, pacing in circles, her nerves unraveling.

She wasn’t just anxious–she was terrified. This wasn’t just about an election; this was their entire future on the line.

Losing meant more than defeat. It meant retribution. Teddy wasn’t the kind of man to let things slide. This wasn’t a simple competition–this was a battle for survival.

Shane’s face darkened. “The gap keeps widening. If this keeps up, we won’t be able to catch up.”

His chest tightened. The thought weighed heavy in his mind. What happens to me if the Quillen Family falls? Will I still get to marry Sonia? Or would Teddy erase that possibility altogether–like it was never meant to exist?

Frederick tried to ground them, but he wasn’t confident either.

“We started with 277 votes. With Ken and Anthony presumed dead and several poisoned delegates missing, we’re already at a disadvantage. If Teddy reaches 130, it’s game over…” Laura turned to Claudette, her voice tight with worry.

Still, Claudette stood her ground. Her fingers pressed deep into her palms, but her voice remained steady. “Mackenzie is going to win. No doubt about it.”

She had faith in Emmanuel, and because of that, she had faith in Mackenzie. The woman Emmanuel chose couldn’t be anything less than the best.

Terence let out a chuckle, amused by her conviction. “Well, not much we can do now but trust her. Let’s see how this plays out.”

Despite the anxiety looming over them, his words helped slightly settle the tension.

They turned back to the screen, watching as the following vote was cast.

Teddy locked in another vote inside the hall–this time from a neutral delegate.

The gap widened even further.

So far, Teddy had claimed 14 of the 50 neutral votes, while Mackenzie had only managed four.

His men didn’t waste the opportunity to rub it in.

“Well, Ms. Quillen, getting nervous?” one of them sneered.

Laughter rippled through Teddy’s camp.

“We love watching people act all confident–only to get crushed by reality!”

“No, no. The real fun is watching her climb, thinking she’s won, only to crash back down where she belongs.”

“She actually believed she could take on Mr. Tanner? How delusional.”

“Alright, that’s enough, guys. Someone get her a tissue–it looks like she’s about to cry. Wouldn’t want her throwing a punch at us, huh? Hahaha!”

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the Nuthana and West End representatives had already clenched their

Bang!

doors swung open

in the election hall snapped toward

jumped into action,

doorway were several men–cach wearing a

creased. A sense of unease rippled through

the newcomers stepped forward.

miss

“No, there’s

landed on Teddy.

us–but you failed. Now, we’re here to

poisoned representatives, the ones everyone assumed would not

arrival and the

clenched. He kept his voice calm, but the tension in his body was undeniable. “Hmph. You

at the corner of his mouth, but it

It was the

The slight amusement in his eyes said it all, ‘Go ahead, cast your

eight representatives. “If eight votes aren’t

like a blade, sending a jolt through everyone

snapped toward the back of

and very much alive–were

rippled through

changed. His mind raced. Impossible… How are they still alive? They were supposed to

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was the chairman of the West End Chamber of Commerce, Teddy’s right–hand

realization settled heavily among Teddy’s

been one of them. He had received privilege and trust, unlike the rest of

His voice thickened with anger. “For years, I followed you. I did everything you asked. What did I get in return? You

narrowed. “Have you been bribed by Mackenzie? You dare stand here and accuse

was

the election hall like a

in Teddy’s usual composure for the

control, always calm and calculated, now wore an expression that hinted at something else–unease, maybe even

Is Teddy Tanner finally losing