The Pinnacle Of Life Chapter 118


    Thedy took off her sunsses, ring viciously at Alex. Her grandeur changed instantly as well, with


    an overflowing hostile aura.


    Alex was a little taken aback as he did not expect that thedy was a fighter too. Furthermore, she was


    of Intermediate Royal, a rank higher than the man earlier, Jeremiah Yowell.


    “Who are you?” asked Alex with an indifferent expression.


    Before thedy could speak, the old man earlier responded instead. “She is the favorite granddaughter


    of the head of the Yowell family, Keith Yowell. I think she’s Michelle Yowell!”


    “Oh, it’s really her!”


    “To be that fortunate enough for offending the little devil from the Yowells, that Rockefeller guy is in


    deep trouble now…”


    “Hush, keep your voice down. Don’t you want to live?”


    A discussion broke out in the crowd of onlookers. Even though they spoke in hushed voices, Alex had


    no issue picking up what they said. After all, being born and raised in California, he was used to being


    a rich heir in California, so he was well informed about the news in the social circles. Of course, there


    was no way that he had not heard of the great name of Michelle Yowell from the Yowell family!


    However, Michelle’s personality was opposite to the gentleness of her name.


    She was a gang leader in middle school, leading a bunch of schoolgirls and picking fights with high


    school students. Not just that, she was extremely adept at fighting and once brought Nichs Hudson,


    Alex’s friend, to tears.


    Previously, Alex was oblivious but now he realized that she was a fighter herself.


    However, Michelle took off herrge sunsses, which covered about half of her face, revealing an


    attractive and youthful face, as if she was a belleing straight out of anime. “I apud your courage


    for beating up my guy from the Yowells. Come, fight me instead!”


    Her beauty dovetailed nicely with the gentleness of her name though.


    After taking a nce at her, he shook his head and said, “I am not fighting you. Man, you are sick.”


    “What did you just say? How dare you humiliate me! You’re the sick one!”


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    “You’re really sick.”


    “Ah, damn it! I don’t care whoever you are, I, Michelle Yowell, am going to beat you into a pulp.”


    Michelle was livid. After letting out a loud shriek, she lunged at Alex with a heavy punch.


    “Such a nimble, quick punch!” The onlookers eximed.


    Alex stood firm on his ground, until Michelle’s fist was inches away from his body, only then did he


    gently raise his left hand and intercepted her punch.


    However much force she exerted, Alex was unmoved.


    “What?!” Shocked, Michelle raised her leg, intending to kick Alex.


    Alex parried her kick with his leg and pushed forward, shoving her right up the car doors without any


    route of retreat. She did a left jab but was intercepted by Alex once again. It turned out that he leaned


    in on her against the car doors in the broad daylight.


    Everyone else was shocked, bereft of speech, seeing the scene unfolding in front of their eyes.


    The old man earlier had his beards trembled and his eyes were filled with fears.


    Alex Rockfeller dared to touch the little devil from the Yowell family, he was really beyond salvation.


    Even God would not be able to save him this time, he would be dead meat.


    “Get your hands off me, jerk! Come fight me again if you dare!” Michelle yelled and spit at Alex, but his


    quick reflexes saved him.


    “Michelle Yowell, right? A wild woman indeed. I see why Peter Walker wanted to serve under you.


    However, you are no match for me with such inept, mediocre talent.” Alex said indifferently.


    “You know Peter Walker?”


    “He is just trash.” Alex snickered.


    Michelle replied, “You…”


    He took a nce at her chest again andmented, “I was being honest when I said you are sick.


    Aren’t you feeling shortness of breath, heart pain and palpitations, and shoulder cramps now? You’re


    gravely sick! I’m afraid you’ll be dead after exerting yourself, and I’ll be the responsible person for your


    death!”


    A brief pauseter, he continued. “Let us call it a day. I do not see anything more from you. Hurry and


    pay up. Twenty million dors would be reasonablepensation for hitting my mother-inw, making


    my wife cry, and wasting my time.”


    What?


    After crashing the twenty-million-dor Rolls-Royce and beating the owner into a pulp, and now he


    asked for apensation of twenty million dors in return?


    The onlookers, who were standing aside, were bewildered with their mouth agape, as if they were in a


    dream.