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

hold his head high

shaking his head. "Then did you read the part on why I killed him? You're a

they could hear Glen's teeth

turned toward Walter, sighing in disappointment. "Shouldn't you be standing up to explain the facts? I remember how you

left clenching his

troubled reputation in the family. His death was at best inconsequential, and

problem was that there were two deaths, and the other was

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

they are dead? No one will

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

grown

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