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.

strut on his own turf freely like

would he hold his head

did you read the part on

could hear Glen's teeth

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

Walter was left clenching his cheeks, pain swelling in his

been fine if it was just Les—he was just Glen's bastard and had a troubled reputation in the family. His death

two deaths, and the other was

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

they are dead? No one will

in her white gown, her long black hair flowing beneath her tiara and her devilish figure instantly seizing everyone's

grown

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