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.

strut on his own

head high if

Frank was laughing out loud and shaking his head. "Then did you read the part on why I killed him? You're a real failure of a

swore they could

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

clenching his cheeks, pain swelling

Glen's bastard and had a troubled reputation in the

was that there were two deaths, and the

anything, he had come ready to apologize

if they are dead? No one

long black hair flowing beneath her tiara and her

all grown up

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