Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

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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composure, but the Nuthana and West End representatives had already clenched their fists. They were one insult away

Bang!

the doors swung open

election hall snapped toward

jumped into action, expecting an

in the doorway were several men–cach wearing a

brow creased. A sense of unease

of the

miss the

head. “No,

landed

poison us–but you failed. Now, we’re here to cast our votes for

these were the poisoned representatives, the ones everyone assumed

votes alone wouldn’t tip the scales, but their sudden arrival and the determination in their

but the tension in his body was undeniable. “Hmph. You lot are

of his mouth, but it was forced.

people. It was the way

all, ‘Go ahead, cast your votes. Do

from behind the eight representatives. “If eight votes aren’t enough… let’s make it ten.

the election hall like a blade, sending a jolt through

toward the back

and very much alive–were Ken and

rippled through

changed. His mind raced. Impossible… How are

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delegate. He was the chairman

settled heavily among

of them. He had received

stepped forward, locking eyes with Teddy. His voice thickened with anger. “For years, I followed you. I did everything you asked. What did

narrowed. “Have you been bribed by Mackenzie? You

His mask was slipping.

the election hall like a

a crack in Teddy’s usual composure for the

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

whispering among themselves. Is Teddy Tanner finally losing his