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?

was laughing out loud and shaking his head. "Then did you read the part on why I killed him? You're a real failure of a

could hear Glen's teeth

standing up to explain the facts? I remember how

clenching his cheeks,

just Glen's bastard and had a troubled reputation in the

was that there were two deaths, and the other was Neil Turnbull,

anything, he had come ready to apologize and accept

Those two lowlifes? So what if they are dead? No one

banquet hall in her white gown, her long black hair flowing

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