The Pinnacle Of Life

Claire might have the looks of a goddess, the body of a succubus and the voice of a nightingale. However, Alex knew well that she was just a crazy b*tch with human skin. She would bite you for absolutely

no reason, let alone having her makeup ruined by being splashed with a bucket of water. She shouted in anger and raised an arm, swinging her hand towards Emma’s face.

A crazy b*tch’s attack

really was something else. When Claire swung her hand, her fingers were slightly curled. Slash!

Three bloody incisions landed on Emma’s face. Emma dropped the bucket and touched her face only to find

her hand covered in blood.

Just then, she snapped and started screaming and shouting like a lunatic. “You

bitch! How dare you scratch my face? Die!” Emma lunged towards Claire, causing both Dorothy and Beatrice to worry. Just as they were about to help

their mother, Claire unexpectedly raised a leg and kicked Emma in the gut harshly.

Emma fell to the ground, unable to get up due to the pain. Alex and both Assex sisters were shocked. Beatrice turned to her sister. “When did Mom become so strong?” Claire placed her hands on her hips and scolded. “You little brat! Do you really think I’m some weakling?

old lady to back you up, but

to bully

Alex finally understood why. Claire was like a spring coil,

bounce back.

lady. Now that Joanne had passed, she was free from her restraints. Like a caged bird,

this didn’t last long.

few minutes, a group of more than ten security guards that worked for

and hid behind Alex. “Alex, this escalated way too quickly, you have to protect me.” Alex was speechless. ‘Something must’ve gone wrong when

trying to ruin it!

inhumane?” Anderson came out of the hall and helped his daughter up, visibly enraged. Alex didn’t want to waste any energy

giving him hell for no reason. She just wanted to get

of him.

she didn’t deserve his condolences. He was

send Grandma off,

mom! Aren’t you the

have ungrateful pieces of sh*theads like you in

Constructions was at its prime, they were able to be in the upper middle class. Many relatives, neighbours and business partners had arrived at the memorial hall just to give their condolences to the

crowd.