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

hold his head high if word got

out loud and shaking his head. "Then did you read the part on why I killed him?

could hear Glen's teeth

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

clenching his cheeks, pain swelling in his

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

was that there were two deaths, and the other was Neil Turnbull,

anything, he had come ready to

So what if they are dead? No one

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

grown

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