The Pinnacle Of Life

Alex felt as if he was bitten by a dog after noticing Claire within the group. He had almost cursed out loud as well.

Waltz froze and scoffed in disbelief.

Aunt Rockefeller’s expression darkened when she saw them.

“Claire Assex, what are you doing here? Have you dented your brain? Why are you even hanging out with such people?” Alex spoke up. His tone was clearly hostile.

Upon hearing this, the group of people looked in Claire’s direction.

Claire chuckled coldly. She was here to watch him fall into his demise anyway.

Seeing how the Golden Dragon Warriors had surrounded him, she felt shocked yet satisfied. “I knew this day would come, Rockefeller?! Like I said, karma will get back your ungrateful *ss someday! It didn’t even take more than a week for this to happen! I’m here to see how you’re going to dig your grave!”

Alex had already become immune to her hurtful words. “Sorry, but you’re going to be disappointed. I’m not about to die just yet.”

you blind? Just look at all these golden boxers from the

‘golden boxers’ of all things. Their golden blades started trembling, wishing they could beat this woman up. She

‘You’re just insulting us!’

bear to watch Claire’s smug face and decided to talk back. “Can you be any more shameless, you Assex hag? Who was the one who cried and kneeled before Alex, begging him to remarry your daughter, huh? Now you’ve found yourself this

Rockefeller’s eyes started twitching from

around him, yet you’re volunteering to be his mistress! Has every man on earth died? You’re just a wh*re! You’re blind! So what if I like

win this. She was so furious that

chest out. “Oh yeah? Come on then! You think I’d be scared of you? Take a look at the situation that you’re in! All these golden

the warriors were filled

her and said, “Come on. Hey boxer, please show this blind woman what you can do. You should do a move… Something cool, like

the blade, the veins on his arm started popping out. He

loud and clear. “Your time is up! I tried giving you a chance, but none of you came kneeling before me. So don’t blame us,

him aside and said coldly, “Oh, piss off. It’s not twelve yet. I’ll deal

‘What?’