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.

killed his beloved son and would strut on his own turf

would he hold his head high if

laughing out loud and shaking his head. "Then did you read the part on why

they could hear Glen's teeth

explain the facts?

left clenching his cheeks,

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

were two deaths,

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

Those two lowlifes? So what if they are dead?

Vicky strode into the banquet hall in her white gown, her long black hair flowing beneath her tiara and her devilish figure instantly seizing

grown

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