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!”

now. First, her husband died, and now, her son too! It would’ve been so much better if she didn’t wake up.

then that security

leveraging her status. “I’m Carol Rockefeller from

own a property here, you’re not allowed in. You may only enter if

contact a friend who owned a property in Maple Villa. They lied that

getting through the gates, they drove closer to the eighth villa. Spark was so excited that he started

Do we need

“What doorbell?

was currently driving the box truck that was behind. This was a much more reliable fighter than the

idea to send a coffin to

would’ve gone with them as

a loud crash, the steel gates to Number 8

joy, cheering in ecstasy. He then ordered Carol to follow the truck immediately. Before they could properly stop the car, however, he

Patricia turned to each other, their eyes filled with excitement and