The Pinnacle Of Life

Keith tried calling Michelle, yet she didn’t pick up at all.

The little devil had figured that Scott would question her grandfather after receiving

news from Evan, so she switched her phone off and rushed off somewhere else.

However, she underestimated Scott’s arrogance and pride, he didn’t question her

grandfather at all, he just straight up slapped him across the face.

Keith didn’t have Alex’s number either.

Scott scanned all of their frightened faces. He wanted to tear all of them down as he

watched them tremble in fear.

Scott was a martial arts prodigy, a gifted child with many skills in hand. He has the

potential to become a Grandmaster. How could someone like him be cheated on?

However, since this had already happened, he wanted to erase this flaw in his past by

having the Yowells pay with their blood.

“I want Michelle and her so-called man kneeling before me by 10 PM. tonight. Or else,

I’ll take all of you down.”

At this moment, Alex was heading towards Jack’s house.

He had no idea that Michelle’s

little prank would cause such a drastic butterfly effect, threatening her whole family.

hand, went looking

Please, do come in!” Jack welcomed Alex into his

soon as he

some tea and a serving of fruits as well. She had

time to change

looked extremely

it, Mrs. Trent.

Alex smiled.

waiting any

that, Alex asked Jack to get an airtight glass jar and place half

then proceeded to let Leanne drink the medicine that

minutes, Leanne yelled. “I feel hot, oh my god, why

switch on the air

up, her face

was drenched in sweat. Her hair was stuck to

clothes were soaked.

“Don’t switch it on. Mrs. Trent, please endure it, this is

Kyuhelios Pulse blood was strong. Moreover, Alex had

its maximum efficiency. With this, the parasite would be forced

her body.

were absolutely terrified of such

Trent, please lay down on your side on the

had to look at her

was no longer

his Chi and formed a needle. He poked

five times.

seconds, Leanne’s belly button

stomach. Her stomach was starting