The Pinnacle Of Life

“No, I have to go over and check on them,” Xyla Stoermer said. Xyla was feeling a little nervous. She didn’t know how she should deal with things next. Once her brother

woke up, she would surely be reprimanded. Feeling fidgety, Xyla quickly ran back to her room. Before she even entered, she could hear a strange noise

coming from inside. She silently walked through the door and into her room. After that, she was thoroughly stunned. On her bed, Alex Rockefeller and Zendaya Stoermer were actually…

‘Oh my god!’

Zendaya covered her mouth and hurriedly tiptoed back out. After leaving her room, her mind was in a blank state. What should she do? Zendaya had already lost her

virginity, but her engagement was taking place the day after tomorrow. Missouri’s Coleman family was a

royal family. Would the pride of the family, Tristan Coleman, be willing to marry a woman who had lost her

virginity? When they discover that Zendaya had lost her virginity, sending her back would already be

considered a light punishment. Perhaps, the Coleman family and Stoermer family might even become enemies!

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the mess they

owes me a huge favor. She’ll keep

to be afraid of the Stoermer family and the Coleman family

nobody can force you. Stop thinking about

me now.

commit suicide, you must get my permission

married to him. The day after tomorrow, I will come over and see if

speaking. However, right then, Xyla ran inside. “Zendaya…” Xyla said. “Ahh, Aunt!” Zendaya felt greatly embarrassed, and she didn’t know

“Forget it! Hurry up and get organized. The Coleman family is here. Tristan’s father,

be asking for you to meet them soon,” Xyla said. Zendaya was

widely. “Don’t worry, Zendaya. Just pretend to play along today. I’ll come and

fine!” After that, Alex turned to speak to Xyla. “Ms. Stoermer, please look after Zendaya for

him earlier, and she felt her heart aching momentarily. “You’re already

still calling me Ms. Stoermer. Isn’t that a little inappropriate?” Xyla

“That’s more like it. I’ll look after her for you,

Stoermer