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 witness the sight

get a good look. “Hahaha! It’s that idiot’s

even think it’s insured yet. Wonderful! Serves him

was not long before Alex arrived at a river

guy pointed at a rustic wooden cabin by the

be damned!

along,

one forceful kick, he broke down the door and shoved the

“Argh!”

a few men rushed

are you here at

know what this place

Princess Escort, I am sorry, but

of the men was taken aback. “How dare

oncoming attacker. The man was sent flying like a cannonball, finally landing on the ground after crashing

a man standing next to him. “Tell Princess Escort that I am

rooted to the ground

“Get over there!”

no respite, he was sent flying before crash-landing onto

the hell out here,

voice reverberated in