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.

beloved son and would strut on his own turf freely like it

his head high if

did you read the part on why I killed

swore they could hear

him, however, and turned toward Walter, sighing in disappointment. "Shouldn't you be standing up to explain the facts? I

his

a troubled reputation in the family. His death was

two deaths, and

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

grown up

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