Chapter 709


    Molly was slowing down, small beads of sweat forming on her forehead. As she was about to wrap


    things up, she suddenly cked out and copsed


    on stage.


    The audience was stunned, some standing up, staring in disbelief at Molly lying motionless on stage.


    “She wasn’t feeling well just now.” one of the models on stage yelled.


    Several staff members rushed to her, but Arabe beat them to it.


    Arabe was the first one to reach Molly, quickly checking her pulse. Within a second, her expression


    turned grave.


    “Get her to a hospital,” shemanded.


    In her rush to leave the house/Arabe didn’t bring any medical tools. She couldn’t treat Molly right


    away, but she quickly performed some first aid to let the medication gradually take effect.


    Two staff members immediately carried Molly off the stage. There were murmurs about what


    happened, whether Molly had any underlying conditions that caused her to faint.


    Arabe stood up, scanning the audience. Her voice, amplified by the microphone on her cor,


    reached everyone’s ears.


    “Lock down the venue. Someone’s been poisoned.”


    The chilling announcement shocked the crowd. N?velDrama.Org is the owner.


    This was an internationalpetition. Who would dare to poison someone openly?


    Molly was a contestant. The person who wanted to hurt her, could it be another contestant?


    Could it really be another contestant trying to sabotage Molly?


    All eyes turned to the stage, onto Isabe, who was the prime suspect. She immediately retorted,


    “What are you all looking at me for? didn’t do it, I would never.”


    There were doubts about how Arabe could quickly conclude that Molly was poisoned. What if she


    just ate something bad or was simply unwell?


    “Call the police.” Arabe turned to the host.


    The host was bbergasted.


    Call the police??


    Wouldn’t that tarnish the reputation of the entire industry and jeopardize futurepetitions?


    Arabe retorted, “If we don’t call the police, will we investigate ourselves? Even if we find the culprit,


    who’s going to believe us? Allowing a criminal to remain in this industry would be the real smear on our


    reputation


    The host looked at the organizer, who nodded. Only then did he dare to take out his phone to call the


    police.


    “Everyone, on and off the stage, stay put. Do not leave.”


    When Arabe finished speaking, someone raised their hand, wanting to go to the washroom. Arabe


    curtly responded, “Hold it in.”


    The venue fell silent.


    Arabe’s presence was intimidating. Her cold demeanor gave off a vibe that upsetting her would lead


    to dire consequences, so everyone quieted down. Hans, one of the judges, realized the gravity of the


    situation. He knew what Arabe was worried about. She wanted to stay and investigate but was


    concerned about leaving Molly alone at the hospital. So, he signaled to Arabe that he would check


    on Molly.


    Arabe nodded, and soon, the Dawnstar police arrived.


    People pointed towards Arabe, who called the police. When the police approached her, asking why


    she was so sure Molly was poisoned, she replied, “Because she was poisoned with HN2C, a colorless,


    odorless poison recently surfaced on the market.”