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Chapter 615: Ms.

Clarke, forgive me.

This is entirely my fault.

I owed his father a debt, so I took him in.

But I never imagined hed become so brazen.

Darrel took a deep breath.

He almost caused a disaster.

Ill make sure he pays, but please, dont take his life over this.

With that, he dropped to his knees.

The crowd gasped.

No one could have predicted that a man of Darrels status would kneel before Allison, not to beg for mercy, but to take responsibility.

I have no right to stay here any longer.

Now that youve returned, please, find someone to replace me.

Stunned silence fell.

Everyone knew Darrel loved Sunset Hill, treating it like his own home and overseeing its care with the utmost dedication.

Even the animals were under his watchful eye.

But one foolish nephew had now put everything at risk! Allison didnt respond right away, her cold, calculating gaze fixed on Darrel.

I despise violence, Mr.

Brennan.

So, I suggest you send your nephew somewhere far away.

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As for you Sunset Hill has thrived under your management all these years.

Santino, though, was only using borrowed power to bluff his way around.

Consider yourself demoted.

Darrel blinked in stunned silence, his eyes widening slightly as he absorbed the news.

The shock softened to resignation, and he gave a slight nod.

Understood, Ms.

Clarke.

Ill ensure he is permanently removed from Sunset Hill.

He wont set foot in Ontdale again.

Without another word, he turned to Santino.

Youre done here! Stop causing trouble for Ms.

Clarke, or Ill break your leg myself! Santinos face turned pale as he dropped to his knees.

Darrel, please! Dont do this I can explain! Although Darrel had always been strict, he had never been this harsh with Santino before.

After all, Santino had kept his dirty secrets well under wraps in the past.

But today, hed messed up big time! Darrels patience was already worn thin.

He wasnt interested in hearing excuses.

Ms.

Clarke spared your life.

Show some gratitude.

Santino, sensing just how deep he was in, turned his pleas to Allison, reaching out in desperation.

Ms.

Clarke, please… I know I was wrong… He pleaded on his knees, reaching for Allisons pant leg.

Before he could even touch her, Kellan gripped his wrist, his voice deadly calm.

Touch her again, and youll lose that hand! Kellans ominous aura was terrifying.

The threat sent a chill down Santinos spine.

Swallowing hard, he pulled his hand back, still pleading.

Please, Ms.

Clarke.

Ill do anything… .

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