The Pinnacle Of Life

Of course, Alex was able to dodge the slipper easily.

Just then, Dorothy called out to him from the staircase on the second floor, “Alex, come upstairs.”

Just as Alex wanted to walk up the stairs, Claire held him off by pulling his arm. “No way! Dorothy, are you insane? How could you let this loser go up to your room? That’ll ruin your reputation if this news ever gets out! How are you supposed to get married after this?”

Dorothy replied coldly, “Mom, I’m going to repeat myself. I’m already married, Alex is my husband. On the contrary, your tantrums would really ruin my reputation. What do you even want? Do you really want me to stab myself in the heart, only then you’ll be satisfied?”

Realizing that Dorothy was really mad, Claire, who was livid, could only let go of Alex and yelled to the sky, “Oh God, what did I do in my previous life to deserve this?!”

Deigning to even look at her, Alex went upstairs.

In fact, Alex had been in Dorothy’s room in the past, but it was a long time ago. However, the decoration in her room had not changed much since then.

Upon entering the room, Dorothy pounced onto Alex passionately.

Alex was slightly taken aback, but he quickly matched up her passion. Since he was already quite flustered from Waltz’s teases back at home, now he could finally unleash his carnal desires.

The two landed on the bed as their lips tightly smashed into each other’s.

they had not realized Beatrice, who had followed Alex upstairs quietly. She opened the door gently and peeked

Thud!

panic, Dorothy kicked Alex off the

She thought that Alex was trying to force himself

the

and screamed loudly, “Beatrice Assex, are

rushed to check if there were any wounds on Alex’s

had the Force as an automatic defense, of course, a

he got back up on his feet

as well, rushed up to Dorothy’s room, barefooted. “What’s wrong?

yelled, “Rockefeller! This bastard was trying to rape

“What?!”

“Bastard! You f*cking bastard!”

fuming. She lunged toward Alex and wanted to give him a smack in the face, but one of her feet stepped onto the broken pieces of the porcelain vase, and

you’re bleeding so much! What do we do? What do we

“Call an ambulance!”