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.

man had killed his beloved son and would strut on his

would he hold his head high if word

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

could hear

"Shouldn't you be standing up to explain the facts? I remember how you bravely volunteered that you'd speak

was left clenching his

and had a troubled reputation in

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

he had come ready to apologize and accept

lowlifes? So what if they are dead?

hall in her white gown, her long black hair flowing beneath her

all grown

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