The Pinnacle Of Life

On the way down, Aaron’s phone had become a public one. One by one, the women all called their families back. “Mom, it’s me, Rebecca. I’m still alive…”

“Dad, can you come and pick me up? I’m at…”

“Hubby, it’s me, Leslie…” Seeing that his phone was about to run out of battery, he quickly whipped out the power bank he was carrying. He was happy to let these people use his phone and get in contact with their families. As the women introduced themselves, he had heard it all.

Deep down inside, he had a renewed sense of admiration toward Preston for being so bold. Many girls here hailed from bigshot families in Michigan or were at the very least their daughters-in-law. Some were of even higher stature than the Coleman family. It was equivalent to gaining lots of favors from

today’s conglomerates and mega corporations!

He admired Alex in his heart.

With the favors of all these women, could he simply walk around in Michigan without getting mugged?

Just Xyla Stoermer alone was a gem and was worth the entire affair. She was the crown jewel of the Stoermer family head. Xyla had also made a callback home, and the one who

of the Stoermer family, Zayn Stoermer. “What did you say?” When Zayn heard

that Xyla

to marry the Coleman family in Missouri, all eyes were on

quickly, a convoy of cars started arriving one after the other. Before Aaron and the rest could even reach the bottom of the

now furious beyond words, he had summoned three

Michigan before the sun even rose and gave an order, “I want the

families of America’s golden era. They had the confidence to do as they

heard

aunt. At first glance, she was stunned. Was

embraced each other tightly. The incident in Sanctuary Shrine greatly tainted the reputation of all the women involved. Xyla and the

that they would never

found that

were left in the room. “Zendaya, I just heard from your grandfather that you’re engaged to the Coleman genius, Tristan Coleman. Congratulations! You’re getting married before me, and to an ideal man

being born to the Stoermer