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.

would strut on

would he hold his head high

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

could hear Glen's teeth

in disappointment. "Shouldn't you be standing up to explain the facts? I remember how you bravely volunteered that you'd speak with your own

was left clenching his cheeks, pain swelling

a troubled reputation in the family. His death was at

deaths, and the other was

he

Those two lowlifes? So what if they are dead? No one will miss

long black hair flowing beneath her tiara and her devilish figure instantly seizing

all grown up

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