The banquet hall erupted in an uproar at Glen's outburst.

"What?! Someone killed Les Turnbull?"

"No way, he's dead? And that brat killed him?!"

"That's the son of the family head we're talking about... Who the hell let him in here?"

Frank could feel everyone's eyes on him.

He glanced coldly at Walter in turn and said calmly, "Yes, I killed him."

"How dare you!" Glen bellowed, clearly unable to retrain his own wrath.

son and would strut on his own turf freely like

head high if

did you read the

swore they could hear Glen's

toward Walter, sighing in disappointment. "Shouldn't you be standing up to explain the facts? I remember how you bravely volunteered that you'd speak with your own brother personally. Why are

Walter was left clenching his cheeks, pain swelling in his

troubled reputation in the family. His death was at best inconsequential,

were two deaths, and the other was Neil Turnbull, Zac's

If anything, he had come ready to

So what if they are

her long black hair flowing beneath her tiara and her devilish figure instantly seizing everyone's

all grown

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255