The Pinnacle of Life

She was afraid that she might not be able to survive university if she were to expose them.
When they reached the parking lot, Alex realized that Michelle was giving him a red Aston Martin. Its cool structure was quite trendy, but it wasn’t designed to drive through potholes easily.
“Sorry, I couldn’t get the M8 you wanted. There are none of them left in California right now. You can take this first and I’ll get you the M8 after it’s stocked up.”
‘Look at her, how generous.’
She was able to buy a luxurious car that cost hundreds of thousands just like that, as if she was simply buying a balloon.
“Alright!” Alex wasn’t picky with cars.
They headed to a spicy stew restaurant.
Michelle was surprised. “You wanted to treat me to this?”
Alex replied, “I was initially going to treat Priscilla, but she went home. Let’s just order something simple.”
“Are you trying to pursue Priscilla? I can help you, you know? I’ll have her in your bed in just a few days.”
Alex hit Michelle on her forehead with chopsticks.
“Do I look like that kind of person? I have a wife!” Alex wasn’t interested in her nonsense and said, “I have something to ask you. Does your family own this new material from Thousand Leaves?”
Michelle thought about it and nodded. “Yeah, I think so. Why do you ask?”
Alex explained the whole situation to her.
Michelle thumped her chest and said, “That’s easy, I’ll just make a call and have someone send a permit now! How dare that Assex Construction company bully your wife? I’ll forfeit their permit for that, I just need to say the word.”
Alex shook his head after putting in some thought.
The Assexes were still Dorothy’s family. If he were to agree to this, the Assexes would become restless about it. The old lady would definitely rush to Claire’s place like a maniac and yell at him. He would have to show them mercy this time.
Michelle immediately made a call.
Their employees were very efficient as well.
In just thirty minutes, a middle-aged man arrived with a document pouch.
Michelle pointed towards Alex. “Hand it to him, he’s Alex Rockefeller, Grandpa’s VIP. If he ever asks you for something, you’re obliged to follow his orders, got it?”
This man was Jack Trent, the general manager of Thousand Leaves, and thus an employee of the Yowells as well. With Michelle’s words, he gave Alex his utmost respect and handed him the document.
He then pulled out a card, smiling widely. “Mr. Rockefeller, this is my business card. If you need anything, just give me a call. I’ve met Ms. Assex from Assex Construction City South Subsidiary Company too. She’s very responsible and capable. This permit will allow you to sell our new material throughout the country, you won’t be limited to just one area.”