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?”

pure coincidence for them to witness the sight

to get a good

insured yet. Wonderful! Serves

long before Alex

guy pointed at a rustic wooden cabin by the riverbank and told Alex that

damned!

along, Alex walked toward the

forceful kick, he broke down the door and shoved the

“Argh!”

seconds, a few

you? Why are you here at the Blossom

you know what

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

of the men was taken aback. “How

a swift motion, Alex raised his leg and kicked the oncoming attacker. The man was sent

standing next to him. “Tell Princess Escort

rooted to the ground as he

“Get over there!”

sent flying before crash-landing onto his comrade’s

out here,

voice reverberated in the cabin like a thunderous