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

head high if word got

you read

they could

be standing up to explain the facts? I remember how you bravely volunteered that you'd speak with your own brother personally. Why are you

his cheeks, pain swelling in his

been fine if it was just Les—he was just Glen's bastard and had a troubled reputation

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

If anything, he had

So what if they

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

grown

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