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.

man had killed his beloved son and would strut

his head

did you read the part on why I killed

swore they could hear Glen's teeth

up to explain the facts? I remember how you bravely volunteered that you'd speak with your own brother personally. Why are you cowering

left clenching his cheeks, pain swelling

have been fine if it was just Les—he was just Glen's bastard and had a troubled reputation in the family. His death was at best inconsequential, and Walter

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

was Walter supposed to explain that? If anything, he had come ready

Those two lowlifes? So what if they are dead? No one

white gown, her long black hair flowing beneath her tiara and her devilish

all grown

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