The Pinnacle Of Life

Dorothy sighed as she stared at Emma, who looked excited and triumphant.

Since they were young kids, this woman had never done anything right. She would either drag someone down or pull tricks that didn’t benefit her at all.

Dorothy was very much confused as well. ‘How could such a delusional woman be able to survive in this world till now?’

“Emma, I’m only saying this because we’re relatives. I’m giving you one last chance. Get out of my face and keep living as the coward that you are. Don’t come out here. You disgust me. I can pretend that nothing happened today,” Dorothy said, expressionless.

“Hahaha! ” Emma laughed out loud. “Dorothy Assex, are you half asleep? Can you not see just how strong these men here are? These are very powerful warriors that I hired from Michigan. Do you really think you can defeat them?”

After saying this, she continued cackling like a witch. Ten seconds of cackling later, she glared at Dorothy, infuriated. “Your d*mn husband may have good skills, but too bad your mother is a fool. She looked down on him and kicked him out. You have no one to blame, now that he no longer pays attention to you. Alright, it’s about time. Just rest in peace, Dorothy. I’ll be taking over your company from here.”

All six of those hitmen could no longer hold themselves back. Dorothy was just too beautiful. After capturing Dorothy, they would be able to have a taste of her body, an experience they knew they’d simply never forget.

shouted. “Whoever captures her would be the first to sleep

the strongest within the group, which was why he ended up as the leader. They were currently standing ten meters away from

as he reached five meters apart from her, Dorothy flicked a tiny spark of flame

yelled as

from her. Still burning in flames, he crawled on the ground, twitching and

even any ashes left. All that

hitmen were so terrified that they didn’t dare

weak as well. She simply couldn’t

could a living, breathing person

way too quickly! Even if someone was drenched in gasoline, they would probably have to burn for at least half

what Dorothy had done, but

“It… It was you!”