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!”

just stayed a vegetable. Why did she even wake up from her coma? Just look at her now. First, her husband died, and now, her son too! It

security guards stopped

an attempt to get away, Carol tried leveraging her status. “I’m Carol Rockefeller from Rockefeller Group. Open the gates, I need to go in

own a property here, you’re not allowed in.

friend who owned a property in Maple Villa. They lied

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

Do we need to ring the

“What doorbell? Just drive

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

idea to send a

John would’ve gone

the steel gates to Number 8 flew right off. The truck

to follow the truck immediately. Before they could properly stop the car, however, he rushed out and

Patricia turned to each other, their eyes