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. That man had killed his beloved son and would strut on his own turf freely like it was nothing?!

How would he hold his head high if word got out?

his head. "Then did you read the part on

they could hear Glen's teeth

to explain the facts? I

clenching his cheeks, pain swelling

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

deaths, and the

Walter supposed to explain that? If anything, he had

lowlifes? So what if they are dead? No

Vicky strode into the banquet hall in her white gown, her long black hair flowing beneath her tiara and her devilish figure instantly seizing everyone's

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