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!”

at her now. First, her husband died, and now, her son too! It

security guards stopped their

“I’m Carol Rockefeller from Rockefeller Group. Open

property here, you’re not allowed in. You

Maple Villa. They lied that they

the eighth

we’re here at Number 8. Do we need to

doorbell? Just drive

that was behind. This was a much more reliable fighter than the one Spark

supported Spark’s idea to send

busy, John would’ve gone with them

a loud crash, the steel gates to Number 8 flew right

in ecstasy. He then ordered Carol to follow the truck immediately. Before they could properly stop the car, however, he rushed out and yelled, “Brittany, my good old

and Patricia turned to each other, their eyes filled with