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.

son and would strut on his

hold his head high if word got

shaking his head. "Then did you read the part on why I killed him? You're

swore they could hear

the facts? I remember

left clenching his cheeks, pain swelling in his

bastard and had a troubled reputation in the family. His death was

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

If anything, he had come ready

if they are dead? No one

long black hair flowing beneath her

grown

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