Chapter 621: Chapter 621

Chapter 621:

His declaration left the onlookers in shock.

“Anyone who knows Mr. Brennan understands he’s not just wealthy, but very successful, even if Sunset Hill doesn’t belong to him. This is huge!”

“It’s one thing to respect Ms. Clarke, but giving her his entire fortune? That’s unheard of!”

“This is crazy. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little jealous…”

People began whispering back and forth.

But Allison remained impassive. To her, hundreds of millions hardly mattered. If she ever decided to retrieve her assets scattered across the globe, her net worth would dwarf it all.

“I helped you on a whim,” she said, fully aware of Darrel’s stubbornness. Once he set his mind to something, there was no changing it. She looked off toward the distant hills.

“If you really feel the need to repay me, why not donate the money to environmental groups or charitable foundations? It’ll do more good that way.”

“Thank you, Ms. Clarke,” Darrel replied. He gave a resolute nod and turned to the crowd.

“In the coming days,” he started, “I’ll make a full, public disclosure of where every penny will go. I welcome everyone to hold me accountable!”

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Having no children of his own and no desire to marry, Darrel had already repaid his debt of gratitude by raising Santino. Now, he was ready to atone for the damage done with his wealth.

As his speech concluded, the crowd broke into applause, admiring both of them.

But at a distance, Lenny stood trembling with fear.

“Ms. Clarke, I’m so sorry. I didn’t recognize your status and… made a huge mistake.” His mind buzzed with regret. How could he have been so blind? When Santino asked him to “handle” someone, he chose Allison, thinking she was just a nobody.

Now he knew he’d been wrong—terribly, terribly wrong.

“I swear! I’ll change my ways from now on!” Lenny’s voice was thick with desperation, his face scrunched into a pitiful plea. He understood exactly how critical it was to stay on Allison’s good side. In this town, loyalty wasn’t a choice — it was survival. He’d seen how Darrel handled Santino just now, breaking the man’s legs without a second thought and vowing never to let him set foot in Ontdale again. If even Darrel’s nephew, his blood relative, faced such a fate, how much worse would it be for him?

Cold sweat beaded along Lenny’s forehead as dread crept down his spine. “Santino… he forced us.”

And he wasn’t alone. Those who had once followed Santino’s lead now found themselves squirming under the weight of their own misdeeds, scrambling to plead their innocence before Allison. “Please, Ms. Clarke! We didn’t have a choice — he made us do it!”

“Please spare us. This job is hard to come by, and we have families to feed.”

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