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!”

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

that security guards stopped their

“I’m Carol Rockefeller from Rockefeller Group. Open

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

able to contact a friend who owned a property in Maple Villa. They

the eighth villa.

we’re here at Number 8. Do we need to ring the doorbell?” Carol

doorbell? Just drive

fighter to accompany them, he was currently driving the box truck that

was all because John supported Spark’s idea to send a

he weren’t busy, John would’ve gone

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

cheering 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

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