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.

daughters for now. ‘They’ve been helping others rather than

still cooking in the kitchen in his villa, while Daya and

and equipped with various kitchen utensils. Everything was neat and clean. There was an air conditioner in there, with

the kitchen door, staring at them with her clear, beautiful eyes.

that this woman was hard to satisfy, hence

a celebrity and “princess”, both weren’t experienced in the kitchen. They had no idea how to cook at all.

to chip her nail while cutting a carrot. She even broke a plate while washing it. All that embarrassment made

out. All you know is making a mess here. You don’t know the first thing about cooking, so why are

at each other. Although they felt bitter, all they could do was leave the

simple chores like cooking, why would you even consider them in the slightest? You’d have to serve them every single day if

and Waltz were furious upon

down on their own lips, extremely upset

crashing sound came from the kitchen out of a sudden, like porcelain

shattered bowl next to Aunt Rockefeller’s feet. The fish