The Pinnacle Of Life

“What? What do you mean? Life and death? What’s happened to Rockefeller?” Claire started blabbering on the other end of the line.

“Rockefeller is going to die today!” Yone said. “He’s provoked someone he shouldn’t have.”

“Ah!” Claire froze up slightly.

‘Alex Rockefeller is going to die for provoking someone else?’

She felt conflicted. Although she would wish upon Alex’s death from time to time, she was just cursing him out with no other intent. As an average woman, she was still naturally scared of anything involving murder. However, in just a few seconds, she remembered just how badly Alex treated her and was delighted. “Well, that brat became frantic after getting rich. Like I said before, that bastard would meet his demise someday! No one would be able to save him. He asked for it anyway! Who did he provoke this time?”

“The Johanssons of California!”

“Hahahaha…” Claire laughed hysterically. “He really is asking for it. He’ll definitely die this time! Alright, where are you guys at? I’ll be there right this instant. I’d like to see just how he’ll die for myself. If Brittany found out about her son’s death, she would probably be so unstable that she’d end up in a coma again!”

After knowing that they were at Maple Villa 8, Claire immediately drove the Benz that Yone gave her the other day and rushed toward Maple Villa.

decided not to tell her daughters for now. ‘They’ve been helping others rather than family lately. I’ll just tell them about this after

the kitchen in his villa,

was neat and clean. There was an air conditioner in there, with a television hanging on the wall as well. It

door, staring at them with her clear, beautiful

was hard to satisfy, hence they tried their best to perform their best

weren’t experienced in the kitchen. They had no idea how to

while cutting a carrot. She even broke a plate while washing it.

Rockefeller said, “Both of you, Ms. Stoermer, Ms. Fleur. You should come back out. All you know is making a mess here. You don’t know the

and Waltz looked at each other. Although they felt bitter,

can’t do such simple chores like cooking, why would you even consider them in the slightest? You’d have to serve

awkwardly, whereas Daya and Waltz were furious upon hearing

of them bit down on their own lips,

came from the kitchen out

shattered bowl next to Aunt Rockefeller’s feet. The fish soup that Alex had just made was spilled all over the