The Pinnacle Of Life

Alex Rockefeller lifted the bald guy by his collar and said, “You have to pay for the damages, three million dollars!”

“Um, well, I do not have that much money!”

“Perhaps we have to pay Princess Escort a visit then!”

Shoving the tied-up bald guy into his BMW M8, Alex pulled out the embedded machete from the window and punctured the deployed airbags.

Vroom!

The engines revved to life.

Fortunately, although somewhat wrecked, it was still drivable.

Nudging the Volkswagen out of his way, Alex drove the M8 away from the accident site, headed straight for Princess Fleur.

His curiosity was piqued. Who exactly was Princess Fleur?

On his way there, the car made all sorts of noises, its components falling apart as he drove along. It was quite a sight for onlookers and had attracted plenty of attention, more so than a brand-new BMW would.

“Gosh, isn’t that an M8? What a pity!”

“Seems like a newly-bought car too, even the license plate is not up yet. Hold on…Beatrice, could it be your ex-brother-in-law’s car?”

them to

car, and Beatrice Assex managed to get a good

insured yet.

long before Alex arrived

by the riverbank and told Alex

be damned! She

guy along, Alex walked toward the

down the door and shoved the

“Argh!”

a few men rushed

you? Why are you here

know what this

face of indifference, “Well, Princess Escort, I am sorry, but Princess Fleur invited

was taken aback. “How dare you insult the

leg and kicked the oncoming attacker. The man was

looked at a man standing next to him. “Tell Princess

to the ground as he looked on

“Get over there!”

respite, he was sent flying before crash-landing onto his comrade’s

the hell out here, Princess

His voice reverberated in the cabin