“Haha! Walter’s back too? Terrific!”
Frank turned and spotted a pair of familiar faces entering the banquet hall just then.
Naturally, it was Vicky’s parents, Walter Turnbull and Susan Redford.
It seemed that they had to attend this banquet even though they lived in Riverton.
Glen Turnbull was on hand to receive them, though his eyes soon widened in surprise and he looked around, searching.
“Where’s Les and Neil? Aren’t they not coming back?” he asked.
“They’re…”
Walter was left making an awkward face, unsure what to say.
Susan nudged him on the back, clearly wanting him to speak up.
“Ahem.”
Walter cleared his throat, and took out two reports, handing them to Glen as he explained exasperatedly, “Les was conspiring with our enemies and stole the recipe for the Beauty Pill which Vicky spent a fortune to acquire… He was killed during a fight thereafter.”
“What?!”
The bombshell left Glen freezing, his lips trembling.
Les was his second son… and he got killed in Riverton?!
He was not even told when he died!
“What’s wrong, Glen?” Zac strode up, taking the reports from his brother’s shaking hands.
His eyes soon widened too, “Neil… and Les?! What’s going on here, Walter?!”
Zac seized Walter by the wrist, his veins throbbing as he shook Walter violently in disbelief.
“How could both our boys so simply get killed in Riverton?! Why?!” he bellowed.
“Well, Neil…”
Walter sighed, agonizing. “Neil was trying to take over Vicky’s company and our estate. He was conspiring with our enemies too, but he ended up challenging someone he should not and was killed for it.”
Naturally, no one’s mood improved from Walter’s explanation.
If anything, things got even more somber.
“Challenging someone he shouldn’t?!” Zac’s eyes widened in fury. “Who was it?! We’re the Turnbulls! Is there anyone in the country we can’t challenge?! Who on earth killed my son, Walter?!”
Walter sighed—Zac was clearly ready to snap.
Leaning in, he told Zac under his breath, “Hans Schnee, East Coast base commander.”
“What… Hans Shcnee?!”
Zac stumbled backward so far that he only came into his senses when he hit a banquet table. “Why him? How did my son end up messing with him? T-This isn’t right…”
Hans Schnee was certainly one they must not challenge, even if Zac was much richer than the man.
Not only was Hans a leading figure in Draconia military, but he also had the support of the man all of Draconia learned to fear—the Lord of the Southern Woods.
He was a man so dangerous that not even the Lionhearts would confront him lightly.
As such, even if it was just Hans, they had to take it lying down.
“I want to know everything, Walter,” Glen growled.
