âWhat? What do you mean? Life and death? Whatâs happened to Rockefeller?â Claire started
blabbering on the other end of the line.
âRockefeller is going to die today!â Yone said. âHeâs provoked someone he shouldnât have.â
âAh!â Claire froze up slightly.
âAlex Rockefeller is going to die for provoking someone else?â
She felt conflicted. Although she would wish upon Alexâs death from time to time, she was just cursing
him out with no other intent. As an average woman, she was still naturally scared of anything involving
murder. However, in just a few seconds, she remembered just how badly Alex treated her and was
delighted. âWell, that brat became frantic after getting rich. Like I said before, that bastard would meet
his demise someday! No one would be able to save him. He asked for it anyway! Who did he provoke
this time?â
âThe Johanssons of California!â
âHahahahaâ¦â Claire laughed hysterically. âHe really is asking for it. Heâll definitely die this time! Alright,
where are you guys at? Iâll be there right this instant. Iâd like to see just how heâll die for myself. If
Brittany found out about her sonâs death, she would probably be so unstable that sheâd end up in a
coma again!â
After knowing that they were at Maple Villa 8, Claire immediately drove the Benz that Yone gave her
the other day and rushed toward Maple Villa.
She decided not to tell her daughters for now. âTheyâve been helping others rather than family lately. Iâll
just tell them about this after Alex dies.â
Alex was still cooking in the kitchen in his villa, while Daya and Waltz offered to help.
The kitchen was large and equipped with various kitchen utensils. Everything was neat and clean.
There was an air conditioner in there, with a television hanging on the wall as well. It was indeed
pleasurable to be able to cook in such an environment.
After Aunt Rockefeller arrived, she stood at the kitchen door, staring at them with her clear, beautiful
eyes. Her gorgeous face was expressionless.
This gave Daya and Waltz a lot of unwanted pressure. They felt that this woman was hard to satisfy,
hence they tried their best to perform their best before Aunt Rockefeller.
However, as a celebrity and âprincessâ, both werenât experienced in the kitchen. They had no idea how
to cook at all. They even made things worse and harder for Alex too.
Daya managed to chip her nail while cutting a carrot. She even broke a plate while washing it. All that
embarrassment made her want to cry.
Aunt Rockefeller said, âBoth of you, Ms. Stoermer, Ms. Fleur. You should come back out. All you know
is making a mess here. You donât know the first thing about cooking, so why are you even offering your
help? Just let me do it!â
âHuh?â Daya and Waltz looked at each other. Although they felt bitter, all they could do was leave the
kitchen in gloom.
Aunt Rockefeller walked in and said, âHereâs some advice for you, Alex. You should marry a nice,
beautiful and capable woman. If one canât do such simple chores like cooking, why would you even
consider them in the slightest? Youâd have to serve them every single day if theyâre incapable. Youâd
stress yourself out!â
Alex smiled awkwardly, whereas Daya and Waltz were furious upon hearing this.
Both of them bit down on their own lips, extremely upset after Aunt Rockefeller indirectly insulted them.
However, a crashing sound came from the kitchen out of a sudden, like porcelain shattering.
The two women immediately turned to look at the kitchen again and noticed a shattered bowl next to
Aunt Rockefellerâs feet. The fish soup that Alex had just made was spilled all over the floor.
Alexâs mouth twitched. âAunt, you should go back out too. Looks like youâre not fit for the kitchen too.
So Iâll just do it on my own!â
Daya and Waltz froze, turning to look at each other with a smile.
âHmph! Serves you right. Thatâs what you get for boasting about something you canât do. And here, we
thought you were skilled!â
Aunt Rockefeller said, âHow would I know just how slippery this bowl is? It probably wasnât washed
properly. â
She turned around to pick the trash can up, but ended up slipping, causing her to do the splits in the
middle of the kitchen. It was fortunate that there werenât any broken shards of the bowl under her, else
her bottom wouldâve been injured.
Alex slapped his forehead with his palm. âAunt, if you want to train, you should go to the garden. Iâm
serious. The kitchen is too small for you to show your moves. Just go, Iâll be fine here.â
Aunt Rockefeller was speechless. Seeing the two women outside trying to hold in their laughter, Aunt
Rockefeller felt as if her pride had shattered.
Just then, a loud crash came from outside of the villa.
Bang!