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.

his beloved son and would strut on his own turf freely like it

hold his head high if word

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

swore they could hear Glen's teeth

you be standing up to explain the facts? I remember how you bravely volunteered that you'd speak with your

clenching his cheeks, pain swelling

a troubled reputation in the

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

explain that? If anything, he

lowlifes? So what if they

banquet hall in her white gown, her long black hair flowing beneath her tiara and her devilish figure instantly

all grown

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