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.

his beloved son and would strut on his own turf freely

would he hold his head high if word got

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

could

disappointment. "Shouldn't you be standing up to explain the facts? I remember how you bravely

clenching his cheeks, pain swelling in

was just Les—he was just Glen's bastard and had a troubled

problem was that there were two deaths, and the other was Neil Turnbull, Zac's legitimate

explain that? If anything, he had come ready to apologize and

they are dead? No

then, Vicky strode into the banquet hall in her white gown, her long black hair flowing beneath her tiara

all grown up

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