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?”

a pure coincidence for them to

a good look. “Hahaha! It’s that

yet. Wonderful! Serves him

Alex arrived

wooden cabin by the riverbank and

be damned!

bald guy along, Alex walked toward the

kick, he broke down the door and

“Argh!”

a few men rushed toward

you? Why are you here

know what this place

indifference, “Well, Princess Escort, I am

aback. “How dare you

was sent flying

to him. “Tell Princess Escort that I am

rooted to the ground

“Get over there!”

sent flying before crash-landing onto his comrade’s

hell out

in the cabin like