The Pinnacle Of Life

They were members of the underworld, not janitors! With over two hundred people

working together, they soon managed to transform the factory. However, the collapsed

walls, rusty gates, uneven floors and damaged buildings weren’t things that could be

fixed immediately.

They still needed to work on cementing, sanding and getting doors and windows from

suppliers, among other things.

Now, it was getting close to dusk.

The group of people had been working hard, and they hadn’t even had a drop of water

to drink. Many of them even held their pee in. They were afraid that if Alex Rockefeller

caught them slacking, he’d beat them up. That would have been very unfortunate

indeed.

As these people endured their hunger and pent up anger, a truck drove into the

compound. Everyone immediately smelled fragrant food in the air and they began to

salivate.

Alex summoned these goons to move dozens of tables over to form a single row of

tables.

In the next moment, people began unloading countless delicious looking dishes from

the truck.

These dishes included braised pork, grilled chicken, beef stew, roasted lamb, lobsters,

crabs and abalone soup.

Brittany Rockefeller was the one who had

the woman who founded Rockefeller Group, now

afford this? She

as well as showing

came from poor

rich kid was retarded enough to spend their wealth in the

underworld?’ they wondered.

to drool and their eyes glistened.

this before.

moving her

Are all these foods for us?” asked the one-eyed man as he

Brittany chuckled.

all the hard work, everyone. We’ve

know each other. Come, let’s eat before

started moving. It was a

lot. She was

liked

managed to unite thirteen

the mind of a business person. Over the last two months,

manage to make much money, and life

made her feel

up a bottle

Brittany even ordered

there not be alcohol for such

glass to you! Since you managed to defeat me,

as my

what Alex wanted to

glass too

give out money. She pointed

million dollars. Tomorrow. I want you

this factory up. I want this entire place

days,”

Favonius Bart. “I’m