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

hold his head

"Then did you read the part on why I killed him? You're a real failure

swore they could

to explain the facts? I remember how you bravely

his cheeks, pain swelling in

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

problem was that there were two deaths, and

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

what if they are

white gown, her long black hair flowing beneath her tiara and her

all grown

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