Chapter 608: Chapter 608

Chapter 608:

Four hundred million dollars? Lindy, another onlooker, snorted in disbelief.

She’d done her research on Allison—once a nobody, an orphan, to be precise—over a decade ago. The thought of her son still trapped in Muisvedo, buried under hundreds of millions in debt, while Allison stood here pretending to be wealthy, made Lindy’s blood boil. The very idea that Allison could own Sunset Hill only fueled her irritation. Her temples throbbed.

“Four hundred million is conservative,” she muttered bitterly. “Sunset Hill’s value has only gone up over the past ten years since it was bought. But it’s nice to dream!”

Lindy’s voice dripped with sarcasm as she cast a scornful glance at Allison.

“Ten years ago, some orphaned girl suddenly had four hundred million to buy this entire mountain? Who are you kidding?” She simply couldn’t wrap her mind around the idea of Allison having that kind of financial clout.

And she wasn’t alone—doubt rippled through the crowd of onlookers.

Over the past decade, rapid technological advancements and inflation had sent property values soaring. Developers from all over had been eyeing Sunset Hill, trying to acquire it. Even with Darrel backing Allison’s claims, skepticism lingered thick in the air.

“Darrel, seriously, look at her! There’s no way she has that kind of money. Don’t let her fool you!” Santino protested, his voice laced with disbelief.

He clumsily tried to count on his pudgy fingers, but the sheer magnitude of four hundred million was beyond his comprehension. Not even he, with his family’s wealth, had ever seen that kind of money.

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Santino noticed the flicker of anger on Darrel’s face and felt a surge of humiliation. He doubled down, “Uncle, are you defending her just because you’re taken in by her looks?”

Though his cheek still stung from the earlier slap, the pain only spurred him on. He adopted an even more wounded expression, trying to appeal to his uncle’s loyalty. Spoiled since birth and rarely facing consequences, he couldn’t accept this humiliation, even though he was afraid of his uncle.

“Sure, she’s pretty, but don’t forget I’m your nephew. Shouldn’t you side with me? If you’re into women like her, I can find you dozens…”

Smack! Another slap silenced him, cutting off his sentence mid-air.

Santino staggered backward with a howl of pain, only to get an additional hard kick from Darrel that sent him sprawling to the ground.

“Shut your mouth! How did I end up with such an idiot for a nephew?”

The implication that he was interested in Allison for her looks only fueled Darrel’s rage.

His aura turned dangerously cold, enough to make everyone around feel a chill.

“I built my empire from the ground up, while I was out there making a name for myself, you were still toddling around in diapers!” Darrel snapped.

He was furious, but when he turned his eyes toward Allison, his demeanor softened, a rare flicker of respect in his gaze.

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