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.”

till it looks you in the eye, huh? Are you blind? Just look

Their golden blades started trembling, wishing they could beat this woman up. She was only safe for

‘You’re just insulting us!’

kneeled before Alex, begging him to remarry your daughter, huh? Now you’ve found yourself this random rich heir and started licking

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 money? Who doesn’t? And you’re right. Yone here is my new son-in-law, and he’s so much better

good at arguing. Waltz knew she couldn’t win this. She was so furious that her face flushed. “Do you want me to rip

the situation that you’re in! All

many of the warriors were filled with

yet. She grabbed the warrior near her and said, “Come on. Hey boxer, please show this blind woman

fury. Tightening his grip on the blade, the veins on his arm started popping out. He wanted to kill, kill this woman who just

tried giving you a chance, but none of you came kneeling before me. So don’t blame us, Johanssons, for being

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

‘What?’