The Pinnacle of Life

Before Alex Rockefeller could put any clothes on Phoebe Larsen, an overwhelming pressure descended upon the building.

A voice that sounded like rumbling thunder permeated the air. “Who did that? Who dared to kill the son of Colton Lawrence?!”

The voice sounded loud and angry.

It was almost as if a thunderstorm had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Never mind this building, at this point, even the surrounding streets could hear it clearly. All the tall apartment buildings shook and trembled.

By then, it was already late at night. Although many people were already asleep, they were rudely awakened by the noise.

If there was anyone who could sleep through all that, they could only be described as odd.

“What happened? What happened?”

“Is there an earthquake?”

do you still bother putting on clothes? Your life is more important. Just wrap yourself

incomparably shocking scene

scrambling away from the tall buildings as fast as possible to get to open

in the sky again. “Come out and

Crash! Crash! Crash!

windows on tall buildings. Shards of broken glass rained in all

“It’s a person!”

There’s someone in the

noise. Why wasn’t our neighborhood informed? Many windows got shattered and even more got hurt. Is there something wrong with this filming

ran out to explain. “There isn’t a film crew here at all! Even if there were, they wouldn’t do it in a place like this. Don’t you know

case, what is this? Could this be

started shouting in the crowd. “It’s real, it’s real. That is a real person. He doesn’t have