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 turf freely like

head high if

did you read the part on why I

they 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

was left clenching his cheeks, pain swelling

just Glen's bastard and had a troubled reputation in the family. His death was at best inconsequential, and Walter could at least defend Frank's

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

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

So what if they are dead? No one

her white gown, her long black hair flowing

grown

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