Only Darryl can save him now.

“Darryl, please I beg of you, save him,” Megan said in distress.

Darryl smiled gently, “How? How would you beg? It has to be sincere.”

“What do you mean?” Megan asked lightly.

“How about, if you call me “my good brother”—then I’ll let him go,” offered Darryl playfully.

Megan’s face flushed. She bit her lip in deep thought. This is the first time that anyone has ever requested this from her. She’s usually high in seniority and rank that everyone refers to her as an elder sister.

Kent could take this humiliation no longer. He was about to interrupt, but then he realized that his life is currently in Darryl’s hand—so he swallowed his pride.

“If you’re not going to do that, I’m going to go,” chipped in Darryl jovially. At the same time, he thought, ‘D*mn this Megan is perfect in every way. It’s such a waste that she’s getting married to Kent.’

“Don’t go! My…my good brother,” Megan said softly. As her voice fell, she looked down with embarrassme