Chapter 617:
It was brutal and spine-chilling.
From afar, everyone watched as Santino and his men were forced out of Ontdale. The brutal end to his pleas left Melany trembling, her face pale as she turned and met Darrelâs cold gaze.
âI wasnât aware you and my nephew were so⦠connected.â
Melany opened her mouth to respond, but Darrel raised a hand, silencing her. âAs Mrs. Stevens mentioned, Mr. Stevens is currently detained in Muisvedo,â he continued. âYet, here you both are, lingering around Sunset Hill with time to spare!â His gaze was filled with meaning, and his tone held a steely warning. âMaybe you should focus on collecting the funds needed. Muisvedo doesnât exactly offer credit.â
Lindyâs face twisted, all traces of resistance gone.
It was clear Darrel meant one thing â they had overstayed their welcome!
âMr. Brennan, weâre here to ask for help. Yes, itâs embarrassing, but itâs also to save a life,â Lindy said, her voice shaking with barely contained anger.
Muisvedo could spare Coltonâs life, but there was going to be a price. And the longer this dragged on, the messier it was bound to get. She no longer cared about reputation or pride. Straightening herself, she looked Darrel in the eye and decided to bring up what Santino had done.
âBesides, your nephew promised heâd cover it for us!â A ripple of laughter spread through the crowd.
âSure, Mrs. Stevens. As if you didnât set Santino up for that!â one onlooker jeered.
âExactly. And even if Santino said heâd pay, whatâs that got to do with Mr. Brennan?â another chimed in. âI swear, some people have no shame!â someone muttered.
The crowd couldnât resist taunting her. The mocking jabs were unrelenting.
Melany, who couldnât stand being caught in the middle of such a scene, flushed with embarrassment and turned to her mother.
âLindy, maybe we should just goâ¦â
But Lindy had no intention of leaving. âWhy should I leave?â She was thinking of Coltonâs life hanging in the balance and the debts piling up. She wasnât about to back down now! âItâs truly disgraceful when people donât keep their promises.â Her eyes shifted from Darrel to Allison.
The rumors about Allisonâs hundreds of millions had shocked Lindy, and now, having a moment to reconsider, she saw a new opportunity.
âAllison, since youâre so wealthy, tens of millions shouldnât matter much to you. And from what I hear, you and Mr. Brennan have a bit of history. Why not help cover the debt?â
Her eyes glinted with unmistakable greed, as if weighing what could have been if only sheâd insisted Colton not divorce Allison.
But Allison wasnât about to indulge her. âLindy, need I remind you? I donât owe anyoneâs debts. The underground casino already transferred the funds to me. And if youâre looking for someone to go after, try Mr. Vargas.â Allison spoke with a mocking tone.
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