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?”

for them to witness the sight

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

insured yet. Wonderful! Serves him right!”

not long before Alex arrived at a river

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

damned! She lives

bald guy along, Alex

kick, he broke down the door and shoved

“Argh!”

seconds, a few

Why are you here

know what this place

indifference, “Well, Princess Escort, I am sorry, but Princess

of the men was taken aback. “How dare you

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

standing next to

man was rooted to the ground as

“Get over there!”

flying before crash-landing onto his

hell out

voice reverberated in the cabin