The Pinnacle Of Life

Claire hated this family.

She hated the woman, Madam White, especially, as she would always boast about her

son-in-law to the point that it was getting very annoying.

Claire clicked her tongue out of frustration. “What are you guys doing here?”

Madam White chuckled. “I’m here to look for a nice place to buy, what else? Oh, did you

think I’m here just to window shop like you?”

Beatrice huffed. “How would you know if we can afford a villa or not?”

Madam White laughed louder. “Of course I do, we’re neighbours after all! How would I

not know? I heard that your villa will be taken away by the Assexes, which is probably

why you need a new place soon! But do you guys know that villas in Senna Port cost

more than ten million?

Not just anyone could buy a villa in this area, you know? There’s

no way you could use a twenty million dollar fake cheque here.”

Madam White’ son-in-law asked, “Twenty million dollar fake cheque?”

She cackled and pointed to Alex. “That’s Claire’s son-in-law. He had given his

mother-in-law a fake cheque a while ago. And boy, let me tell you, when she brought it

to the bank, they told her that it was a fake! God, my stomach hurt from all that

laughing!”

Alex said calmly, “Then you should calm down. Your old *ss is suffering from both

Don’t die from laughing

you speak like that

replied, “I’m just

not waste any more energy on this family.

had been following them as they

the villas for

“Hold on!”

White approached the saleswoman. Young lady, if you want to earn

best that you assist someone else.

don’t you assist us? You can give us a brief introduction

here, we might be

cold. “You? Do

I? I might not have the money, but my

that he hasn’t earned

even have to kneel

pay property costs just the other day? Hah,

window

the

glared at Alex and the others with disgust before rushing towards

without a

she started stomping the

mad at a

that you relied on women.

nothing more than an

be mad?”

think I’m an insignificant

when I yelled at

not to lie. “If you weren’t Dorothy’s sister, you’d be even more

than a pest.”

Shooting him a dirty glare, she decided that she

his

hand, called for another saleswoman.

when one of them