Chapter 622:
âPlease, I swear it wonât happen again!â
One by one, they groveled, each trying to outdo the other in their pitiful apologies. Working at Sunset Hill came with a kind of prestige that was hard to come by anywhere else. No one wanted to risk losing it. Where else would they find such a good job if they were kicked out like this?
They tried to tug at her sympathy, hoping to sway her with tales of struggling families and the desperation that made them cling to their jobs.
But Allisonâs eyes were cold, her mouth twisted in a look of disdain. âSo, youâve all been Santinoâs lackeys, havenât you? Do you think I donât know the way you bullied people, treated them like they were beneath you?â
She wasnât falling for their act. Even before sheâd taken up her position, sheâd heard enough stories about these so-called followers. It didnât take Santinoâs orders for them to throw their weight around. They were habitual tormentors, abusing their status as if it were their birthright.
And judging by the reactions of those around them, it was obvious that this group had angered many people. Her gaze sharpened, the words dripping with finality.
âEven if I gave you the benefit of the doubt, if youâve ever taken advantage of others, if youâve insulted or hurt innocent people just because you could, then you donât deserve a place at Sunset Hill.â
Her cold indictment sent a shockwave of dread through the group. Lenny paled, his mouth working soundlessly as he groped for somethingâanythingâthat might save him. But before he or anyone else could protest, Allisonâs voice rang out again.
âMr. Brennan, please see that these people are dealt with.â
Darrel responded with a chilling smile and a curt nod. âYou heard her. Escort Lenny and the rest out immediately!â
âYes!â The bodyguards moved in, swiftly gagging and dragging the former followers out with no regard for their panicked pleas. They barely had time to register what was happening before they were hauled out like yesterdayâs trash.
The crowd that had gathered looked on in stunned silence. Realizing there was no sense in lingering, they slowly dispersed, murmuring among themselves.
With the air finally cleared, Rebecca nudged Ferdinand with a wry grin. âWhatâre you standing here for? I donât want to be the third wheel. We should go,â she teased, nodding toward Allison.
From their vantage point, they could see Kellan standing with Allison, fingers intertwined in a quiet, intimate exchange. There was a soft warmth between them, as if they were in their own little bubble that no one dared to poke.
Ferdinand chuckled, though he shot her a playfully exasperated look. âFine, fine,â he muttered.
But before he could say anything further, Rebecca waved to Allison with an easy grin. âAllison, honey! Weâre a bit hungry, so weâre heading down the mountain to grab something to eat. Find us when youâre free!â
Allison gave her a grateful nod, and Rebecca wasted no time pulling Ferdinand away.
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