The Pinnacle Of Life

At the same time, at the University of California, Lady Beatrice Assex had been busy all day since school just

started. She could finally take a breather now. Being a class officer, a member of the student council, and a

core member of the university’s Female Flute Society, she was occupied at all times. Not only was she pretty, but she was also popular around campus.

People would come to her for help for all sorts of things. Today would be a full day for her. Not only was she in charge of orientation, but she had to organize club meetings and meet with her class

officers. Now that the school day was coming to an end, she could finally relax. “Beatrice, Beatrice!” Right about then, several people came over.

They were Wilson Jordan, Sam Culver, and a few other young

men and women. This was their small gang. Mona Weiss, however, had gone missing and had yet to return. Perhaps, she might

never come back. “Why are you guys here?” Lady Beatrice asked. “Beatrice, have you read the news about Zendaya Stoermer?” Sam asked.

Lady Beatrice immediately pouted. “Don’t mention that b*tch’s name. From now on, Zendaya Stoermer no

longer exists in my world,” she said.

She felt that Zendaya Stoermer, despite her status, had actually interfered in her sister’s marriage. That was a

b*tchy move.

sl*t, and it degraded her status! Lady Beatrice knew Alex Rockefeller

had changed in recent days, Zendaya was still a prominent

worth couldn’t even

with Alex? If that didn’t make

actually fallen for him?

the piano? Having an affair

“Beatrice, I bet you didn’t watch

have turned.

out that she didn’t interfere with

Steves. Elena was the b*tch who slept with countless men,” he added. ‘What?’ Lady Beatrice was surprised.

news at all.

any information. A boy wearing glasses next to Lady Beatrice quickly showed a video to her. “Beatrice, this is

last night. It’s very entertaining.

online.

It’ll definitely shock you!”

be the case. Naturally, so many videos and sounds of Elena Steves having sex with other men couldn’t be shared

were pretty