Susan quickly asked, "Where is Les now?"

Yara could not come up with an answer and simply turned toward the distance.

Susan followed her gaze and found Les' corpse right then.

Her face fell. "Who killed him?!"

Frank spoke before Yara could. "I did."

"What?!" Susan snapped. "The audacity you have to murder a Tumbull!"

Frank snorted in disdain. "He tried to kill me. He should be prepared to be killed in turn."

Beside him, Yara was worried that he would upset Susan and quickly explained, "It's not his fault, Mrs. Turnbull- Frank was trying to save me, and Les brought a gun. We would both be dead if Frank didn't do it."

Vicky nodded nearby. "Yara's right. It was life or death, and Les deserved death for betraying the family."

"Easy for you to say," Susan snapped coolly. "What if Glen's side of the family presses the issue? Frank Lawrence, you are not to leave Riverton until they deal with you."

"Deal with me?" Frank scoffed. "Not even Glen himself gets to judge me even if he's here. It's his own fault for not educating his own son."novelbin

"Y-You're really underestimating us Turnbulls, aren't you?" Susan was gritting her teeth in sheer frustration.

"Enough!" Walter barked after being silent throughout. "Mr. Lawrence had to kill Less to save Yara. It was not his fault, and Les deserves death for betraying us."

Susan did a double take and turned toward Walter in disbelief, "Whose side are you on?! And don't you know your brother's temper?!"

Walter was certainly well aware since Glen was both his eldest brother and the head of the Turnbull family.

Even so, he would still do his utmost to protect Frank-not just because he had saved Vicky, but also because of Frank's power. The man just went up against over a hundred hitmen alone and still killed Les who had a gun.

There were not that many men capable of that!

Straightening and puffing his chest, Walter reared himself to assert his position as the head of the family. "I'll talk to my brother myself, so don't worry about that."

Susan was left stamping her feet in sheer frustration.

However, there was nothing she could actually do to him when everyone was now siding with Frank.

Walter approached Frank just then and asked, "Your hand is hurt, Mr. Lawrence. Should we get it checked at the hospital?"

"I'm fine," Frank said nonchalantly. "This is really nothing. I'm going back to rest if there's nothing else."

"I'll take you back to the hotel," Vicky offered and brought Yara along.

Susan was left exasperated as she watched the trio leave, but there was nothing she could do.

Telling her people to gather Les' corpse, she shot her husband a sideways glare. "Let's see what you'd tell Glen now."

"Don't worry, I'll come up with something," Water replied with a frown, although he had no idea how he would do that.

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