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?”

coincidence for them to witness the sight

Beatrice Assex managed to get a good look. “Hahaha! It’s that idiot’s new car!

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

not long before Alex arrived at a

the riverbank and told Alex that

be damned! She

the bald guy along, Alex walked toward the

broke down the door and shoved the bald

“Argh!”

seconds, a few men rushed

are you here at the

you know what

indifference, “Well, Princess Escort, I am sorry, but Princess Fleur invited me

was taken aback. “How dare

the oncoming attacker. The man was

at a man standing next to him. “Tell

the ground as he looked

“Get over there!”

he was sent flying before crash-landing

hell out here, Princess

voice reverberated in the cabin