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 witness the

get a good look. “Hahaha! It’s that

yet. Wonderful! Serves him right!”

not long before Alex arrived at a

pointed at a rustic wooden cabin by the riverbank and told Alex that Princess Fleur was

damned! She

guy along,

down the door and shoved the bald

“Argh!”

few men

you? Why are you here at the Blossom

know what

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

of the men was taken aback. “How dare

attacker. The man was sent flying like a cannonball, finally landing on

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

ground as he looked on in

“Get over there!”

was sent flying before

the hell out here,

reverberated in the cabin like a