The Pinnacle Of Life

The next day, two cars arrived at Maple Villa’s entrance before 7 am.

Inside the front car, a luxurious Porsche, was Spark, Carol, Olivia, and Mariah. Spark’s arm hadn’t completely healed yet, hence Carol was the one who drove. Following them was a box truck, within it, a coffin they had bought last night.

Bursting with excitement and joy last night, Spark could barely get any sleep at all. The lack of sleep had caused him to have a pair of bloodshot eyes.

Nonetheless, he still seemed pretty energized.

He just couldn’t sleep, thinking about Alex’s death. Now, he was sending a coffin to his house, and he would be able to insult Brittany harshly as well. It was all so exciting, more exciting than sleeping with any woman…

That, however, reminded him about something unfortunate. After previously unable to get it on with a model, Spark felt as if he was experiencing a mental block.

Lately, he hadn’t been able to get a physical reaction at all.

The other two women sitting in the back chattered among themselves.

“Brittany used to call herself the Steel Woman, bossing us around all the time. Tsk! What a joke!”

coma? Just look at her now. First, her husband died, and now, her son

was then that security guards stopped their

status. “I’m Carol Rockefeller from Rockefeller Group. Open the gates,

guard refused. “If you don’t own a property here, you’re not allowed in. You may only enter if a resident

in Maple Villa. They lied that they were here to deliver some furniture, hence they were

closer to the eighth villa. Spark was so

8. Do we need to ring the doorbell?”

“What doorbell? Just

had arranged an underground fighter to accompany them, he was currently driving the box truck that

because John supported Spark’s idea to send a coffin

John would’ve gone with them as

8 flew right off.

then ordered Carol to follow the truck immediately. Before they could properly stop the car, however, he rushed

to each other, their eyes filled