The Pinnacle Of Life

Aunt Rockefeller had a devastatingly beautiful, stunning look and a sexy, hot body while exuding a strong feminine allure. She was truly a peerless, rare beauty in the world.

However, she had a temperament on her that no ordinary men could approach her. Her face was so cold that it seemed that it could make people catch frostbites in their minds.

However, whenever a fiery greed was born, it would vanish without form immediately.

Alex could not help but think, ‘Facing such a woman, even if a man covets her beauty, he would probably retreat from the awkward situation in the end. No desire would be born in his heart at all. He would also be ashamed of himself and feel inferior.’

Aunt Rockefeller was sitting in front of the window. She swayed the tall glass of wine in her hand as her eyes were on the traffic outside, not knowing what she was thinking.

Alex asked, “Are you really my aunt?”

However, she did not seem to hear him.

Alex was a little uncomfortable with occasions like this. He felt that the atmosphere was weird, so he just took out his phone and clicked open Triller.

To his surprise, the first video that came up was the video of Dorothy whacking a Rolls-Royce angrily.

eyes and he could not believe it

before? In the fiercest quarrel during the school days, she could only use a move, it was staying silent and ignoring him! And then, she would just bite him once at best if he were to take the initiative to piss

Smashing a car?

smashed an eighty-million-dollar

must

triggered

it because

saw him eating with Daya and her family. She even heard Carey calling him a good son-in-law… She had always been a jar filled with jealousy,

got nervous as he did not know how she was

Dorothy a

passed through his ears at this moment. “Hey, isn’t this your ex-wife? Tsk, she looks like a normal woman normally, yet she could be so aggressive when

woman before lowering his head to call Dorothy.

to leave for a

her? If you truly care about her, why are you still getting yourself involved with other women? Sit down, you’re not