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

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

even think it’s insured yet. Wonderful! Serves him right!” added Sam

before Alex arrived at

wooden cabin by the riverbank and told Alex that Princess

damned!

bald guy along, Alex walked toward the

broke down the

“Argh!”

a few men rushed

you here

know what this place

a face of indifference, “Well, Princess Escort, I am

of the men was taken aback. “How

leg and kicked the oncoming attacker. The man was sent flying like

to him. “Tell

ground as

“Get over there!”

was sent flying before crash-landing onto his

out here, Princess

His voice reverberated in the cabin like a