The Pinnacle of Life

Breena Davey was stunned, speechless by Alex’s disturbing actions.

Alex picked up Ynes Larkin and darted out of the house with quick steps.

Breena was about to chase after her, but she too understood one thing. Alex’s cultivation was not weak. She didn’t have the confidence that she could subdue or kill him in a short amount of time. Once this matter leaked, he could blindly yell out all kinds of things. She didn’t dare imagine what would happen.

With just this moment of hesitation, Alex and Ynes were soon gone. Not a hint of their shadows could be seen.

“Let go of me! Perverted thief! I’ll kill you!”

Ynes finally came back to her senses, cursing loudly as she wiped her mouth repeatedly.

The more she acted this way, the more Alex was not willing to let her go. Instead, he reached out and gave her butt a squeeze, and winked at her. “What’s the point in wiping your mouth? No matter how much you wipe, your first kiss is gone. Anyway, the rumors are already outrageous, so how about we just satisfy everyone’s curiosity and do the deed right out here in the open?”

Ynes trembled.

never held a man’s hand, when would she ever get the chance

It was simply the most horrible thing in the

this man the

the world have I offended you? Why are you like this towards me?! Just kill me,

down. She hid her

that I hold no grudges against you. So, I can only express regret and apologize for what happened to you today. It’s why I kept insisting on saving you. But, having said that, you should thank me a little. Donovan Orlando isn’t a good man by any means. It’s good that you broke off your

blood still trickled from her wound. However, her

fellow disciples… Everyone thought that she was a fickle, man-stealing b*tch, keeping a man behind her fiancé’s back,

“Sir!”

still carrying this b*tch in your

to take her in, right?” Hermione Yggdrasil, who had been hiding not far away,

Alex’s neck. “That’s right, I’m having an affair with your master’s husband, so I’m also your master’s wife now. You better kneel and bow to me lest you might

“Sir, you really…”